Writing from the stemistry lab
The elegant dot
by Barbara Gordon
A speck of power and might.
Selective, seductive, but never fickle.
Who has it?
I have it, they gave it to me
And it’s deep within myself.
I disgusts me, but I respect it.
I cannot love it, and
I am afraid of it.
I must not lose it.
Its power is infallible.
There is no way back and I must accept it.
But I tremble as I lose control to its strength.
Brain, Lung, Eye, Blood, Skin
All succumb – but I must not lose it.
For nothing can snatch me back.