Best Friend.

My fingers grip it with ease

Greeting it like a fond acquaintance

My chaotic mind is at peace

It rips open the twisted barbed fence

That traps the creativity in my head.

Send it over to the other

It turns into an alien

Fumbling fingers falter

And switch it back again.

I run it over a page, ever so slow

The sharp tip glides like a sled

In a white blanket of soft snow

Leaving behind cool trails

Quickly drying in seconds

Stubborn marks, one fails

To rub away the elegance

Recorded for all of posterity

To cherish and relish

Or deem it a victim of mockery

Only hope, the pages don't perish.