Ink Pen

I wish I could write poetry

as deep as the emotions buried deep within my soul

A poem that will make you feel every droplet of rain

as it hits against your skin

A poem where the pain is as real as touching the flame with your fingertip

and even the blind can see the flame

I wish I could write poetry that will move your soul like the violin

and even the deaf can hear it

I wish my poetry had the power to win wars and conquer hearts

with nothing but a pen and the letters of the alphabet

Then my pen would be as powerful as a sword

But I would remain as vulnerable as a soldier

I wish I knew why they say that love is worth fighting for

I think perhaps I'd wish then

To keep my lover in love with me

and I'd never drop my pen

I'd take the letters of the alphabet

and with my pen I'll add the staff and music notes

So that my poetry 23 will flow through the veins of my lover like a symphony

And when the deaf hear it

they'll start dancing

I think perhaps I'd wish then

that even in the rain we all never stop

never stop dancing

And I think perhaps I'd hope we can feel each drop of rain as it hits against our skin

Like I'd hope each letter of every word of my poetry hits against my lovers heart

I wonder

If I had a lover

Could I keep him?

What would it take to keep him in love with me?

Or if it's possible for someone as broken as me

to be loved?

Having made these thoughts so public

I have officially made myself as vulnerable as a soldier trapped in a landmine

When all I really wish

is for the deaf to hear my poetry

the blind to read my poems word for word with their very own eyes

And I wish for wars to end

But my pen is not a sword

Matter of fact

it has just now

completely

ran out of ink