on good days
banners march forward
proclaiming pride, mission,
an identity to rally behind
but on others
headers feel oppressive,
crushing the structure
the finitude of its deadline
and rules

the keystrokes do not always come
as quickly as the tapping of the raindrops
on my window from the storm raging outside
but I am learning in this darkness
to draw inspiration from without
when nothing seems to come from within