Dear Pen and Paper

You have my words and my sentiments rolled down in vapor...

I’d say: “see you later”

but the moment is now; so don’t be a stranger.

I heard the echo,

I just didn’t feel like dealing with the words.

Dear Pen and Paper,

Have you any idea of what you do?

Do you have the slightest clue?

I write and spray words like bullets,

Yet there you remain.

Nothing needs to cover you, for it seems you are my shield.

Or maybe a punching bag…

I’d say: “see you later”,

but I have you now,

take me where the grass perspires...

take me where there are no boundaries,

so I may stretch my arms wide, and so I may hug the lies.

The words that I scribble, seem to cause fires( I say let them burn)

In Autumn the words felt like they began to fall, every time I stood up to do the emptiest tasks I could hardly cope, I could never do much on my own.

I stood away from you because I felt that I needed to breathe , to lay in bed for another hour so I could finally bloom, but how can anything grow when there is no sun to cover you?

I never let go of the shadows that followed me in the night, I kept running in a constant loop.

I was a star in a show I could hardly continue acting in, I wanted a better role.

Dear Pen and Paper,

I spoke to you at my most dire of times,

I read aloud, or not so much, the perpetual tower of words that continued stacking.

I wanted to let you know that I’m not tired of you,

I have you not a mile away,

“I drip with excellence”- Or so I think you say,

I tried the book of ages,

But why should I pray?

I need but two entities in my hands.

This letter has had its cup half full, but I don’t like to exceed the midpoint,

I find it best to stop when a smile has peaked.

I gravitated toward you!

So please listen once more.

Dear Pen and Paper,

I’ve known you well since my hands could dribble you across the theatrical court.

I sat down as a child curious of what you had intended,

now I see.

It was

therapy.

A big, beaming smile,

Laughter laced with mirth

A kind word here,

A considerate compliment there

A freshly cooked, homemade meal,

The scent so mouthwatering

The promise of seeing cute, furry faces,

Gazing back warmly

A sweet shared embrace,

Being able to touch your skin

The privilege of witnessing the sun rise,

And its eventual fall

So many goals to reach,

My work never truly done

The knowledge that tomorrow

Will always bring a brand new day

Those thoughts drive me forward,

Even while lost

In the murkiest of waters