Blissed Pen

Blissed Pen

Oh blissed pen…

How I miss the way you felt in my hand.  
I left you for some time, I didn’t want to retreat into the darkness of my mind and be consumed by the infinite rhyme …. 

I’ve hid you away for so long in a place I chose to forgot how to find.   I found you today… in my hidden place… in my vault… my escape… I didn’t recognize your face.  

It’s been so long.  I haven’t been able to confront you, because I had no way to comfort you.  

Oh blissed pen..

Here you are my friend… my outlet, my mentor, my advisor…my mirror… or are you my enemy that reminds me of every feeling I’ve wanted to forget….every emotion that makes me feel regret…. 

Oh blissed pen…

You are cursed and loved and hated…and needed…. I’ll immerse myself in my own creation… away from this reality in desperation….I needed to talk to you again…my missed friend… my blissed pen.

Janice Passos