Lucky Red Pen
Goodness,
Tranquility.
Kindness,
versatility.
I strive for these virtues.
Humor,
Love.
We're all just
doves.
Flying into one another in this
crazy, messed up, world.
One thing.
Yes, only
one thing
get's me through it
get's me through
this thing called "life"-
My lucky red pen
that saved a young girl.
She had fallen,
darkness,
losing air,
gasping for consciousness.
*POP!*
Standing,
brightness,
breathing in,
and seeing
this beautiful earth.
Seeing my red pen.
Every time I see it,
I think of her.
Her glossy eyes
becoming clearer.
Lungs inflate with
gratitude and fervor.
Trembling,
yet determined.
I saw her smile
with mirth and joy.
Saw her laugh
and dance about.
She spun around
and around
and collapsed from happiness.
I thought this pen saved her.
Gave her
another opportunity.
But it actually saved me.
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