Light draws me
I do not draw myself
These dark and awkward pencil jabs
don’t capture who I am
Light glides across
Illumines me
from any angle one might view
The lines I make are stuck upon a page
They can’t move with the day
so can’t be true
Light, draw me
clearly towards yourself
Be my life, my day, my song
I cast my foolish pencil down
to shine with you
where I belong.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 17, 2012
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