Pen and Paper

I wish to thank
Pen and Paper
For the times
They’ve cradled
My silences
In their arms
Of bold, resilient ink.

I wish to thank
Pen and Paper
For the times
I’ve overwritten
Their wisdom,
With reckless,
Unruly pencils.

I wish to thank
Pen and Paper
For the times
When in storms
Of regret,
I tried to separate
The scars that
Bound them and me,
All of us,
Each to the other.
I wish to thank
Pen and Paper
For leaking
Their inks
Like fuel
Into my innumerable,
Dwindling fires;
For at times
Stoking these
With their
Own arms and limbs.

I wish to thank
Pen and Paper
For blotting

My tears
Before they fell,
By sending up
Wisps of words
That encouraged
And held me well.
I wish to thank
Pen and Paper
For keeping vigil
By my side
On nights
When I was consumed
With fears
And dreaded
That the light
Of dawn
Would pierce,
And not guide
The little
Left of me inside.

I wish to thank
Pen and Paper
For nurturing
My fingers Into usefulness,
For helping
My mind
With its exercise,
And for
Providing enough
Open space
For my heart
To just let fly.

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