Today we see history repeat itself
I found for a long while that
I had no urge to write poems.
I can't even remember
my last story, or when it was written
However, today I find it necessary to
Pick up the pen once again.
No one really discouraged me from writing
No one really knew, and
Those that did,
None of them really cared.
However, today I find it necessary to
Pick up the pen once again.
My pen is made of magic in its steel
And tales in its ink.
Stories told time and time again
Yet unparalleled and fresh with each drop.
This is why today I find it necessary to
Pick up the pen once again.
I've had no real companion
Besides my sterling silver partner
It's kept me from my tears,
And shielded me from the
Screams of my pressure.
I may decide last minute not
To write, to be strong,
But my sadness is stronger lately,
So I wish to see my magic pen
Of silver ink leave red
Marks on its canvas tonight.
This evening
Nobody can stop me from
Picking up my pen once again.
© Mika Datadin
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Grade 11
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