Sunday, December 07, 2008

Pen

She stands there frozen and forgotten and I pass by everyday with that uncaring look. My most trusted friend and mate, who took me to faraway lands, who opened the magic windows and showed the different views of life. How much I have loved her and how close we were, but the distance has grown. I know she is my journey and my destination but my vanity takes me far to test the untested grounds, even if it meant I turn a betrayer. I know she is feeling cold and I know my hands can provide the warmth but I sit here fooling myself telling she is strong. A hypocrite thought! In triumph or in sorrow she is my only pal and I am going to bring her back to life and gift life to myself. I pick my PEN today!