With pen in hand...
I speak the words I feel.
I cannot even whisper them.
To do so would leave me
exposed and vulnerable,
naked and open,
easy to hurt and destroy.
With pen in hand...
I can share from within.
I do not try to run away
from all of my secrets,
my hopes and dreams,
my needs and fears,
my deepest desires.
With pen in hand...
I tell you how much I love,
how deep I hurt,
how loud I laugh,
and how long I'll cry,
and you see me
in every word you read.
