A Strange Inkling - Dec. 15, 2025

there is a finger tickling

the edge of my awareness

with a pointed warning:

you will soon find yourself

in middle of an injustice

where you must decide

run, or stay and fight

until today, I’d have turned on my heel

after already turning my head,

and walked away

maybe I have more courage now

some audacity of bravery

from a rising anger to push back

against definite wrongs

I’m really hoping

my shadow sticks around

in the moment it happens

I’ll need every part

of my army

to come out guns blazing