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She Wields My Pen
When I read my old poetry, I'm quite saddened about the lines, ones filled with pain, sorrow and anger, all those of my declines. I looked back at the decades of my life, and found myself pondering, how life is like a parade, people passing by and just keep wandering. Choices I've made along the way determine who I am and why. The voices I hear every day make me laugh, some make me cry. I've looked through envious eyes, but those visions were too dark, when the old personality dies, it's easier to find a new path to walk. I admonished the one I used to be, but she wields my pen and ink. She writes poetic verses about all kinds of things before I can think. She pens stories of past longing and of loves that were left behind, of the need for belonging, and of the memories that tickle her mind. I let her have a free hand; she's not an easy muse to hold down, and when I try to take the pen, she draws a face wearing a frown. She's my conscience when I falter, a voice guiding me from wrong. I'm the horse that wears a halter, she holds my reins all day long. I'm content with life and no longer care about what could've been. I looked down at what she'd penned; a smiley face wearing a grin.
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