Raise high, your pen
it holds a world within,
it has bled for our sins.
It has felt our tears drip
down its body
to the page beneath,
leaving behind pools of faded ink,
stained with every emotion
that we hold under scarred skin.
It's felt you
holding it crushingly tight,
when fear has got
Its grasp on you and its
hold is vicelike.
It's felt you cling on for dear life,
when the indicators
are blinking left,
whilst you turn right.
Feelings rife with the sting
of burning hurt, a burning heart.
That fire that tears apart
every memory and sets it alight.
Raise your pen
it is worth more
than an army of men.
The words it spins
can change the world
if we just let them.
It contains every
thought you've ever written,
every love note
you wrote, then kept hidden.
Every time you’ve talked
about the hurt within,
when you let hope take you in,
then sat quietly
as it punched you
across the chin.
Raise your pen,
every word,
every scar is
buried somewhere
deep in its skin.
The words that live
in the static between
fingertips and that inky nib,
they contain every feeling.
Every blessed moment.
Every kiss. Each time
you thought you'd lost
only to come back with a win.
So, lift that pen high,
set it apart from the debris of life,
give it space to bask in the light.
Let it witness the love of moonlight
and the quietness of midnight.
Then hold it tight,
and write.
Let the words become
unjumbled from your mind,
finding their place on the page,
signed with a kiss
to share the love inside.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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