All I have to write is a pink blunt pencil
No words or letters to stencil
Real thoughts that become physical and expressed
What many desire
Heard to be heard
Like the rest
Of which that live in the past
Best left to as dust
Is to dust as ashes is to ashes,
Adam and Eve
To please oneself
Eating a fruit from the tree
Exposing the truth one not believed
Previously
Only to be.
-Kitty Leahy
My Soul 