The words were there

On…

The blackened screen

I…

Panicked, a second

Then…

Remembered a pen was in an old

Backpack…

The pen, an ancient nuisance

Of…

Writer’s cramp and carpal tunnel syndrome

Felt…

Foreign…

In my hand

With the shake of the pen

While…

Holding my breath

The…

Ink begin to flow

There is a message in

Darkness…

As light is in the

Day…

10:37 AM

Vera Jackson © 2013