Untitled I do not profess to be a writer; therefore, I must search through my thoughts painstakingly. I am given the world to write about, yet I can think only of my mother. I do not think of the happier times; instead, it is misery that I can clearly envision. My mother was the very fiber of our family. I was there while diabetes weakened her. Her sight was all but gone, and her strides …showed first 75 words of 555 total…

…showed last 75 words of 555 total…rid of you soon. You have just blinked, my formidable foe. You think you have won this contest; therefore, you allowed my thoughts to expand. You would have me hone and dress you, for your final unveiling. I stand here defiantly. I will not write about my secrets; instead, I will write about you. I will give you no title because none is deserved. Be gone from my desk, for your work here is finished.