Lifestyle Insight Magazine

I’m thankful for this pen
I’m thankful for those pages
All those times of confusion and raging
All those regrets and mistakes
The holding back and the pain
So many words but a closed mouth gate
Red eyes glaring at whose to blame
Punctured palms, ragged breathing
Huff and puffs in sorrow, almost losing restrain
Popping veins, increased sighs

As i collapse in my chair and lean on my book
I’m thankful for this pen
Release and ecstasy
The flow of feelings, rivaling the sea
The untold words no longer buried
No regrets
The burning pages for an ink thickened by despair
Or maybe sorrow, happiness or fear

I’m grateful for this pen
Because how else will the world know of hearts
How else would it know of the people, the places
The things and the seasons
The feelings and the reasoning
The ideals and the dreaming
the hopes and fears
How else would the world know us

Let me rephrase that last part
I’M GRATEFUL FOR THIS PEN
BECAUSE HOW ELSE WILL THE WORLD KNOW MY HEART
HOW ELSE WOULD IT KNOW OF MY PEOPLE, MY PLACES
MY THINGS AND MY REASON
MY FEELINGS AND MY REASONINGS
MY IDEALS AND MY DREAMING
MY HOPES AND MY FEARS
HOW ELSE WOULD THE WORLD KNOW ME.