The Pen: A Poem

In response to 11 Reasons To Write More, Starting Today

You have always been there -

my own superpower when

I needed it.

Because of you

I let my thoughts

run free, nothing

hidden as paper meets

a pen for the first time,

jet black lines curve

into letters, my own

relief.

Words written,

sometimes things

that will never be spoken.

So they are penned,

hidden away in secret

pages never to see the

light of day.

Not always so easy,

feelings can make

for an unsettled soul

if not channelled right.

It is not just relief,

it is a weapon for those

in need.

The pen can be used for good -

never to let the author down.

With a pen I fly free,

my thoughts cascade

into words on a page.

A remedy,

a medicine.

The answers I

require run free

with a pen in my hand.

A soul less burdened when

I hold a pen.