A WRITER'S PRAYER
White paper, like blank new snow
Intimidates me;
Clear screens with icons in a row
Infuriate me;
Let me crumple the paper in a fist of bold resolve,
Let me strike a word or name to fill the void;
Let me muck up the paper and muddle up the fonts;
Let me write, type, or assault with
Black on white.
Copyrighted by Morna W. Owens
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