Only Me

I am just one person, putting pen to paper in my room

while the world lives on outside my window.

Amidst the buzzing, the whirring, the chirping and the shifting,

as I sit here I can make time stand still.

There is only me.

Yet this isn't really where I want to be.

As I wrestle to find the right words,

I am hoping they find a way out into the world.

I am not sure how to get there,

which is why I am still here,

writing for you.