I hear the echo of my pen drawling on a blank paper as it journeys through the thorns of this life.
I hear it's cry as it stumbles upon stones and pebbles of difficulty whilst desperately trying to fit in between the lines.
I feel it's pain as it fights upon depression in the form of writer's block.
I hear it's cry of joy as it finally gets to ink those thoughts into words that would forever remain as the prize won in these challenging journey towards home.
I feel it bloom with peace as it triumphs and achieve this goal it has set for itself.
I see it lay down to rest as it awaits to journey again, tommorow.
©baseerah
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