Dear mighty pen,
flowing onto white paper
adding color to our world. 

You reveal secrets,
show love,
express what is inside me.
Your complex mechanics
spring and click.
With every one of your letters
a new thought is released. 

Without you
I’d be stuck.
No way to speak up.
I gently grasp you
in my left hand
everywhere I go
just waiting to grip onto a new idea. 

You help me gain knowledge
with every turn, curve and dot.
In my writing mind
you create my story plot.