The pen is my power

Weaving through my thoughts,

piecing words together,

trails of me echoed through each line I write, 

each piece I put together 

The good, the bad, 

the almost didn’t happen, the fantasies,

the past, the present, the anticipated future.

Some encouraging, 

others sad, 

leaving echoes of questions,

yet they all belong to me 

allowing me to speak through words, allowing me space to breathe 

The pen is my power