Power of the Pen


Painful moments, trying times
Paychecks that amount to dimes
Why bother to submit my rhymes?
Because they heal my brother
Striving just to be a vessel
Mixing a balm, my pen a pestle
A warm safe place in which to nestle
Should we not comfort each other?

And not for monetary gain
To some this idea seems insane
Before the world my life I've lain
In black and white, these pages
Confirm the power of the pen
Can help us to begin again
To see where someone else has been
Share wisdom of the ages

So still I will hasten to write
From my pen release the might
That flows from its tip and into sight
And before all bares my soul
That you may know what I have known
Glean the experiences I've sown
My joys and sorrows become your own
Without having paid my toll

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