Blue centred pen wants her say

I have a shell
my centre , ink
a blue bright hue lives in me
carefully contained with the shell keeping me safely still
blue and bright eyed ink Living in me
waiting by other contained coloured hues
in a pencil case
or left to sigh on a accepting listening table
my colour sighing in me
lonely in me
tediously tired

 

I want to speak onto the paper when I wish
but I have to wait for the hands of a girl
I have to wait and only she can hold my shell
let my ink safely spill onto paper
and so I wait and I thank her for letting me have a purpose

I’m sighing because she’s speaking from her centre
not from me
I never get my words of wanted voice thrown safely onto paper
I never get to speak from my carefully contained colour
blue inky centre and that hurts me
words I never get to write from me

 

sad sigh
their always the words she wishes to say
their never from the centre of me
and that makes tears inwardly cry
in my brightly blue eyed worthy centre

 

a pen who never gets to speak from her own voice