My Dearest Pencil

Ajax (he/xe)

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.

  • Author: Ajax (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 5th, 2022 01:38
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 22
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    '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!

  • dean langmuir

    Nice write,take care



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