The pen which started it all

I traipse my fingers delicately across spiralled letters of each written word and dated times The clumsily transitioned Thoughts are transferred on to pages full of Passion and expressive rhyme. Splattered,stained and ink spilled journal, with it's torn ridge spine ,misspellings and crooked lines , Reading the moment a daydreaming story teller and her poetic adventures began, such beginnings were mine