i'm the . . .

by Katy © 2007

outside

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