Poetry, I May Never Know

i wonder if i ever let go this pen and no longer gave the words their say would that freedom reshape the man i am would i rue the day that poetry doesn't have a hold of me the very thought makes me afraid it would be like letting go the hand of my closest friend that always gets her way yet there seems to be comfort in this cancer pleasure in its pain am i truly looking for an answer would i listen anyway to the contemplate of the letting go of this pen i tightly grip a hold my friend my lover i at times loath is something i may never know