The cursor blinks
A challenge thrown
A single-finger salute
Raised before my eyes
Yet, still
The title escapes me
The words may flow
Faster than my fingers can fly
Reaching without apology
Into all of the dark corners
And, still
The title escapes me
What arrogance it is
To be a creator
To hold that power
To name all of the things
And rename half of the people
But, still
The title escapes me
I clutch at my pain
My fingers grasp the wound
Left behind
Where hope once made a home
And always,
The title escapes me. ~ Caroline A. Slee