The journey that brought me here has weaved its way
Through the multiple fields I found each day
Into uncharted waters that washed away
The lingering thoughts
Of what it is I wish to say
The pen it calls me to reach out now
The pen it speaks slowly to me and asks me how
How it is that I can voice a thought that I have held so tightly
And not be broken by it all?
An experience proffered to a faceless crowd
Has awoken an anxiety from the depths it calls home
Do I really know the consequences of these actions I wish to own?
Or suffer from my endless need to know
To know why the pen calls me to seize its strength
Channel my thoughts through its graceful length
And pour it all out into a world unknown
So I may know it as my own
An old world is passed over
A new world is born
As I pour my thoughts into written words
Guided by the pen
And my need to learn
To let it all go
And trust