Learn, Tug, Solitude

Solitude begins creativity,

The beating urge to sate the beast of creativity,

An urge to learn and to read,

Hungry to bond with others like me,

The desire to exhibit knowledge,

Raw, researched, and poignant

The torch of mind to fight the dark,

Both literal and in heart,

Single light to show the way,

Swinging, swaying, and spinning away

The quiet of a brain’s storm punctuated by a television’s roar

Fingers fly across the keyboard, pause, and glide once more

Ideas rebound off friends like reflections

Sun raises

Light shines

Computer closes