I am silence walking away from uncertainty

I am tears bleeding again & again

I am a bird yet to know how high it can fly

I am a wish accepting your truth

I am a statue living inside a rainbow

I am a voice afraid to come out from behind the dusty wood

I am skin waiting for hands painted with love

I am misty today and in love with no one

I am Now an inkless pen and an unamed poet

Porcupine Lizzy

16th October 2009