Tear Talk Poem

Apr 9

Pens shift and change from plastic and ink into brass keys that unlock hearts and open doors in the mind.

The black, red or blue ink becomes a clear substance that slips from eyes down cheeks onto pages in journals.

The thin nib opens wide as words collide and fight as they are forced out of just being thoughts into reality.

The hand becomes like one directing an orchestra or band wildly wielding a symphony of letters, commas and periods.

It's time for pens to pour, to go deeper than they've gone before.

It's time for pens to speak, and release words to be heard in the valleys and peaks.

It's time for pens to release. the hidden treasure within that bring hope, joy and peace.

It's time for pens to challenge, the stigmas, lies and average trains of thought.

MaShani Allen

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