I AM THE PEN

I am the pen that writes

as life holds on tight

I’ve never run out out of ink

even when I reach the brink

I let life take the reigns

especially in times of pain.

I am the pen that writes

pages and pages at night

thoughts into words

that no ones ever heard

mainly stanzas of sorrow

in hopes of a better tomorrow.

I am the pen that writes

spilling out hidden frights

Keeping intact my thoughts

Bundled in a thousand knots

of many worries and nightmares,

Telling someone? No. I wouldn't dare.

I am the pen that writes

Hoping for things to be alright

Barley gliding through life

Struggling to survive…