With This Pen

As the pen began painting strokes on the paper

The silence I've known for so long became deafening as I wrote the first letter

My scrambled thoughts became clear as the words danced from line to line

My emotions stabilized as I finished the lyrics

And I came to realize that I didn't need to hold everything in

Pages upon pages would become that friend I could tell all to

My secrets

My thoughts

My fears 

Because I felt no one with ears could listen and understand