Colouring Book

 Some nights when it is frighteningly 

Dark, everything is the same colour,

Even me. 

(The colour or uncolour 

Of shadows)

Sometimes I lose myself in the waves of the blankets and

the pillows.

I say my name to the walls, 

Searching for my voice,

but they have disappeared

And there are no echoes. 

I float Into the lounge and turn on the T.V. and

The colors of cartoons, (red and green and yellow)

The sounds of foreign languages, 

The warmth of summers far away 

Fill into the blank pages of my face

I am real. I am real. Mama, I am real.