A Stream of Light

A Stream of Light

 

The door opened,

but no one showed themselves.

It was dark in the room,

who it was, she couldn’t tell.

She’d been alone,

and the only light came from the computer screen.

Sitting still, all she could do was wait,

hoping whoever it was, would leave.

She sat contemplating her next move.

But the longer she sat still,

she began to ponder

if this were real.

With the computer screen now off, it became darker,

and only white noise filled her strained ears.

Was it only her overactive imagination?

Was it her greatest fear?

She’d been pecking the keys,

though words she couldn’t write.

Nothing is more irritating than a blinking cursor

on an empty template of white.

No one seemed to be lurking at her door,

so, she woke up the computer from its cat nap.

It was time to write her story--

the story which her heart had wrapped.

Looking back to the slit in the door,

she was surprised to find

no uncertain darkness, but unto her soul,

a stream of light in which to write.

 

Melinda McQueen Rodgers                

May 8, 2021

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Uplifting. When darkness embraces light, that is always worth seeing. Like night welcoming dawn. Your lines also made me think of striking a match in the dark. Sudden illumination. Free verse well related.

Chris

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for your thoughtful review. I appreciate you.