Ink spots and paper snowballs
The angry pen of youth
The sharpened pen of rage
The twisted pen of torment
The frightened pen of age
The wistful pen of love
The lonely pen of madness
The softest pen of family
And the empty pen of sadness
All these pens I have once used
To relay my thoughts and feelings
They helped me with my darker days
They helped me with my healings
I keep them all inside of me
They keep me sane and measured
Some I should have thrown away
But all of them are treasured