Praise For the Pen
It was done
I had once again put pen to paper.
A line had come!
An un bid swell
Like a sea current in a well.
Built, poured into and drawn from
It had come, it had come.
Not the best but a relief
Now i could ink out a life, a grief,
Make a friend
Then bring them to an end.
With a pen to pick and choose
Win over your loss, not give a toss
Hold them close again
With just your pen.
Copyright © Grace Watkins | Year Posted 2009
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