My Pen

So here I've been ~ in love; madly, deeply...I embraced it fully with trust and without thought. I did my homework, listening and asking all the right questions. I pulled open the blinds, the doors and windows to my life, and let him in.

And time passed, and it was good. And more time passed, and it was bad. Time passed, and here I was ~ in love...

And just as it appeared, it was gone. And I am left here, sitting with my pen in hand. My pen. The place I can go to without fear. The place I can shed the tears I feel falling like a torrential downpour in my heart. The place I can be real, instead of out there, looking and smelling good; smiling brightly; having a brave face. But the whole time inside, I cry.

My pen and paper are my refuge. The place where I can let it all out, without fear of opinion. And it is with this pen, I release, in order to survive. If I don't write it out, the pain I feel will suffocate me. I use this time to get honest and shed the hurt and pain. I get honest in order to reach outside of myself ~  to help myself. I reach out to help you.

Thank God for my pen.....


From my pen I pour out my feelings

All that I feel inside
Deep and far away from prying eyes
Unscripted, unfiltered. Raw. Real
From my pen I cry, sigh; say good-bye
From my pen I find the strength to continue moving forward
From my pen I find my courage
My pen reveals all that I sometimes refuse to see
My pen pulls back the facade; rips the curtains; shines a light
My pen reveals the truth
My pen reveals me
A thousand tears I've cried over and for you
A thousand times I've said I love you
A thousand times I've forgiven you
A thousand times
A thousand times
My pen flows
My pen shows
A thousand times will be no more
A thousand times
A thousand times
No more
From my pen I release you