A Promise to Myself

Quiet dawn of morning 
pierced by computer clicks, 
I drink first cup of coffee,

all hope of using brain ruined

seeing "stupid" and "greatest" 
on my screen, 
creative thought pierced, 
stabbed by stupid and greatest words,

ideas trumped, thoughts killed.

Until morning when free spirit
brings fresh words in abundance.

tomorrow, when computer closed,

I am not yet crushed by internet chatter from

bitter tweets of hatred and blame and name calling.

Poem and sketch by MJC