So fluid.. So swift..
The motion of the pen on paper.
Like it was dancing
You’d think it wasn’t bleeding.
The words it writes
How laden they are with emotion
The voice it imitates
That of a person in tears
A voice shaking from sadness
Yet the pen doesn’t falter
The weight of the heart it translates
Yet it glides effortlessly
The pain it speaks of
Yet it bounces across the lines joyously
And when it reaches a full stop,
It halts to admire what a mess of words it has made.
In that moment, I am able to catch a breath.
The pen made it seem so easy.
By Blessing Mam
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