you, again
my name on the sand
my name, my life, just the same

you, again, the ocean
you be the beach i gave myself to
you be the tides that erase me quite

you, again, my earth-shaker
my alphabets remain nothing
my story crumbled by the wind

The worst part about growing up is seeing everyone else with the dreams you wanted.

K R W

I used to be a princess
Robed in the finest silk
I didn't have a favourite colour
Because I could have any robe I wanted
I had a tiara
So heavy with jewels
That I would put it down when I went to play

I used to play
Out in the fields
With all the other children
I would be dressed in playful garb
So no-one would know I was a princess
We would run around all day till we were called back inside
And then I would bathe
And put on my dress and tiara

I do not wear dresses any more
My tiara broke years ago
The other children all moved away
I dare say they're not children any more

I don't know what happened
All I know is then and now
And then and now are different
Then and now are like day and night
Then and now
With no in between
That was then
*And this is now

I pick it up. The blank page awaits.
I touch the sharp tip. It's sharp enough.
And I start to write.

I write about the things I know.
I write true events.
I write the thoughts at the very front of my mind...

But soon,
I start to write things I don't know
I start to write words I have neither heard nor spoken
I start to write thoughts that have never revealed themselves to me

My eyes only see the graphite on the paper
My hand only moves in ways otherwise controlled
My mind whispers to the pencil
And the pencil listens

Only when the mind and the pencil communicate
Do I find
That the wisest words are those that happen to be
My own