Floweth Through My Pen

My words may struggle through my mouth

But they flow through my pen

Like a refreshing summer breeze

My words crafted in ink spells out life

In a sophisticated and intelligent manner

Where I need not muddle through stuttered speech

To lead others through my thoughts

The lines of black enlightenment are more than enough

Where the words lie at peace on the page

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741