Never Alone

Trials upon trials of puberty and pimples but the PEN was always there

Remember the tears? Remember the fears? The crevice of the keys

caught the flow

Caught the waterfalls making fingertips move faster.

Type some

cry some…

Then the anger. Oh how we all remember the teenage angst! Weren‘t we all alone ? wasn’t the world against us? ….and yes….still the pimples..always the pimples.

Stop!

When you see your waterfalls turn to fire and your trembled hands turn to fists but your PEN..your keyboard...your WORDS… are always there