My Pen, My Friend

Faithful.

I haven't been quite faithful to you, 

Now have I?

For as far as I can remember, 

You've been a friend indeed.

The spokesman, when my heart couldn't muster the boldness,

To influence my mouth to speak.

You spoke volumes and lengths,

From a troubled heart.

You wrote paragraphs, 

When my mind was torn apart.

You translated emotions into letters.

Though not always comprehensible,

You penned feelings into stanzas.

I miss you.

I've missed you.

For many past fleeting moments,

I've thought of you.

Thought of reviving you.

Bringing you back from the dead,

Awakening you.

But inspiration was my stumbling block.

Desire, stopped being my friend. 

Zeal, ran far from me

And passion, was nowhere to be seen.

You've reappeared.

Are you here to stay?

Are you finally back for good?

My Mouthpiece. 

| June 19th 2024 |