Tonight my pen has a will of its own
It’s as if it wants to pour my soul out
All in one night to share my heart, my soul,
My loneliness, my joy, my sadness, my thoughts
My days blend one day into the next.
Dreary days blend into dreary nights
Relieved by breaks of joy and laughter
Evenings spent with friends sharing our joy
Other evenings spent sharing our tears
Frustration with life’s obstacles
Each to be met with the will to succeed
To persevere to meet life headlong
Knowing that whatever it brings we have friends
to share both the joy and tears
that it brings to our feet
With no friends we would be lost
Our joys would be less
with no one to share them with
Our tears would be sadder
with no one to help us bear their weight
But still my pen looks to pour out more words
I didn’t even know my soul was seeking
to speak and so I let it continue
to pour forth in ink and word what it will
to lessen the withering of a stifled soul
with a voice it never knew
Will this new voice allow the soul to soar
Will it find strength in its new wings
Or will it stumble and fall
and be stifled once again
Never knowing the joy
of soaring upon the heights
Free and happy to just have a voice
written 2/2003
