Occasionally I look at my blog & wonder if I’m actually doing what I’m supposed to be doing with it, or if I’m just writing for the sake of it. Then I remember that one of the main reasons this place exists is for me to think & to learn to think. So here is an imaginary poetic conversation between the me of just a few years ago & me today. It seems my poetry is more than checking the box of better thinking J
What do you see?
Just a pen
Just a pen
How does that make you feel?
Indifference, just a pen
Yet in the darkest recess of your mind
You know that this should be something more
Certainly it is a pen
But is it not also a portal?
Is it not a weapon?
More powerful than any sword ever cast?
Yes, a portal to your very soul
The doorway to expression
What could you say with this pen if you were to allow it to speak?
The possibilities are endless
This is not just a pen, this is the future, the past and the present
This is your hope, your freedom, your journey
More than an inanimate object
This is the mighty pen
Embrace it my friend