A poem I wrote in Greek Class.

Dr. Bear gave Samatha
a pencil, which she passed along to me.
In purple square font is written
"I dwell in possibility"
I like this pencil.

Lately the storm rages on in my
little fishbowl of a world
swirls of chaos always gathering
on the edges of my coffee breaks.
I am one small girl, who no one will write
brave words about.
I keep pencils to remind me to go on.

My life is no small battle, and
I know no end of the petty fights
against the clock.
i am no true soldier
i want to be, but always miss my cue.
I dwell in possibility.
I carry pencils to remind me of the truth.