My Pen

My Pen

My pen speaks volumes
Of my pains
My joys
My triumphs
My failures
My pen speaks to the souls lost in darkness
Seeking answers to the questions not asked
My pen holds ink to spread across endless paper
My hand can’t stop writing of the emotions that are ever
Present in my mind.
My pen is the band aide that covers the many wounds
I have sustained though the years of living this life
My pen has many chapters and books
My pen is a legacy of my struggle
My pen is a gift from God
A light that restores the emptiness
In my heart that aches with the need to let go
Of my past, present, and unforeseen future
My pen speaks on paper quietly, whether than
The wickedness of my untamed tongue
My pen holds me, when you can’t
My pen loves me when you won’t
My pen comforts me
My pen never disappoints me
My pen wipes my tears
My pen has kept me from harm
My pen is the glue that’s holds me to you
My pen directs me
To the wonderland in my mind
Peace
Joy
Love
Blessings
Music
You and me
Us and them
The many and the few
I love my pen

D.R.Shaw
Silent Stalker