Sunday, March 9

i'm the . . .

by Katy © 2007

the world has
been swallowed
by night, and
sleep echos
through the house.

but the swish of
distant cars
remind me
my light is
not alone.

so i feed
these words to
the page and
let the fibers
drink in the ink

with hope
that one day,
something will appear.

until then,
the feel of
a pen in my hand
scratching out letters
is enough.

~ Katy

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