and so she writes

[mystal]

A poem I wrote in grade 9:

This pen with which she fights
this almighty instrument which sees
that life is all within her sight
and she's alright 'cause she believes
if she can write she has
it all, and she can breathe
without a wall, perform her jazz
atop the world; she sings with ease

For a moment while she's alone,
she hums a tune and she's in Rome
another note and she's the guest
of furry goats and friendly gnomes
A thousand steps away from home
this brilliant dream which manifests
held in her fingers, her own
creation, where she knows she's safe to rest

december 7, 2004