The pen never lies, it reveals the truth
A reflection of our inner youth
It writes of pain of joy, of strife
A mirror to our soul's hidden life
With every stroke our secrets flow
The page a canvas for our hearts to show
No words are spoken, yet all's revealed
In the silence, our true selves concealed
The pen's honest voice whispers what is known
Guiding us to truths we'd rather not own
It brings to light the shadows we've hid
Reminding us of wisdom we've yet bid
It doesn't tell us anything new
Just helps us see what what our hearts already knew
The pen never lies, it just gives us sight
To face the truths we'd rather keep in the night
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Author:
Nicole Pritchard (
Online) - Published: September 12th, 2025 14:19
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Comments1
If we take the pen to be the media it does in fact lie and distort but if the pen is taken for the soul of a poet and the emotions of a writer it does not. A thought provoking poem. Nicely done
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