i am a pencil

for i am a pencil, and you are the artist.

i lay among a group of others,

waiting, hoping to be picked, 

praying to be seen. 

the befogged nude hue reaches past me, 

with a loud click, 

a bright light bestows onto us,

for it is time to dance. 

and i, 

am chosen. 

enwrapped in the tight grasp of the hue,

i am placed upon the white stage. 

others were given this opportunity before,

never i.

now was my chance, 

my time to shine,

so i glided myself in ways, 

i could never express before.  

the grasp of the hue eased on me, 

as i formed what would be my story, 

or my self expression at best. 

for i am a pencil,

and the hue is the artist.