The Pen

The pen meets the paper

The paper pulls away

The thoughts flow from my mind

Not one left to stray

The pen captures their essence

The paper decides to catch it

In the end, all a lesson

Let me mind sit

Yet our minds are meant to flow

With the ins and outs of life

Teaching us to grow

My journal’s spine broke

Yet still holds the magic

Of my words and thoughts

To abandon it would be tragic

So I let my pen slide across the paper

And hold the ages together

With my hand, the pen and my soul

Knowing there isn’t anything I cannot weather

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