Pen

The tongue of my mind is in my hands, putting down down the feelings my lips can't say. When burden fills my heart and my eyes are wet, through my rise and fall with you I can tell. My darkest secret with you I can share, for with my poetic license, I can hide my pains in each word. Strong I'm not, weak I am not, forgotten i may be, but to die I refuse for every day, I fight to live! I am resilience!The past and future with you I can rewrite. When stars begin to twinkle, I see power in my hands. You are the words of the dumb and the eyes of the deaf... On and on I could go with you in my hands. When my pen is in my hands, I begin to free. A pen is sharper than the sword, my pen is my freedom! 

Written by Vickie Ara Otono