Pen And Paper

By Skye Bellasario

The notepad yells my name.
Enticing the words out my hands
That I can never seem to say.

I click the pen.
The nib waltzes between the lines.

The bubbles of emotion
Laying beneath the surface of my skin
Burst and form letters on the page.

I dread the days
My pen feels dull and dreary
But soon enough
It is ignited once more
By the flame roaring
Within me.

A pen and paper
Seems to understand me
Better than a human
Ever has.

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