Here I sit, waiting in darkness
For a hand to take me in their fingers again
To move me from this place of rest
And open the lid on my wooden bedroom
Picking me up as gently as a new born baby
Moving me towards the light of the sun
My tip shining brightly, glistening in the morning sun
All of me quivering in expectation
Of being pressed, deep into the white paper
And my dark, oozing, indelible liquid
Is ready to make its mark on the world
Ready to do the bidding of whoever holds me
Ready to be the one thing in the world
That transforms thoughts in a vivid mind
That allows them to cascade and flow
From deep inside a universe of letters
To an outside world anticipating every word
As they soak up the imagination of a beautiful mind
And words become images in their minds eye
Transformed from a shape on a piece of paper
By the imagination of the reader
To an image that will last a life time
Imprinted in the memory
Ready to be retrieved and enjoyed forever
The Autistic FellRunner 