This Pen

This loose leaflet absorbs ink spilled tears. Taking in every curve, each memory of lost friendships, anger of a love that never was.

I take in a deep breath...close my eyes as tears stream down across this leaflet...heart in hand...it barely beats.

With each stroke of the pen, I die little by little. With each stroke of this pen, I yearn to live again, to learn how to fall back in love, to trust without fear.

This leaflet bleeds, blacking from each wound that has opened....

I saw the endless lies in your eyes; so many tears I've cried, on my knees crying out on the inside a silent prayer.

Still more silence...the silence echoes violently, shaking me.
The walls I've built crumble. This stronghold I built is no more...

This pen is my white flag, I wave it with humility...learning to deal with these emotions...I just need to scream! Dealing with change, learning to grow without your hand in mine...

This pen...was once what I ran to for refuge...now it's become my worst enemy. I lost hope, yet it's help me reclaim it.
learning to shut the doors from the past, and unlock those that'll lead me to a future unknown to me.

No longer on my knees, but with my head held high, my heart on fire, my spirit consumes me...this pen keeps and forever will keep writing.

For it, no matter how two sided it may be...it brought me back to the beginning of you and me...