My dearest pencil,
Could you draw me a life
Where I’d live without fear, sadness, and strife?
My sketchbook paper,
May you provide me a place,
To smile, to laugh, to draw and erase?
My favorite pen,
Could you write me a story
Where I am happy, and live without worry?
My vibrant watercolors,
Can you paint me a spot,
Where can I go, but others cannot?
My pencil, My sketchbook, My paints, and My pen.
You’ve all stayed here, with me, to the end.
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'My dearest pencil,
Could you draw me a life
Where I’d live without fear, sadness, and strife?'..
may I recommend
if you have a few minutes, to spare
you read and contemplate
the didactive tale
of the Buddha, when he was but a simple prince
named 'Siddhartha Gautama'
and how his father
tried to protect him, from all suffering..
(a life without pain, can have
severe consequences, as well..
the term 'a thicker skin'
exists for a reason)..
I'm sorry for your struggles, dear poet
please know
my words, are meant to encourage
not preach or dictate
and become another toxic, addition
to your life..
thanks for sharing
stay strong!
Nice write,take care
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