I knew a pen
It was a long time ago
He rose admist the troubles
Surrounding my existence.
He came as a comforter
When most couldn't conform
To ways of my living and gave up on my world.
I know a pen
Some times, he is gentle and soft
other times risky
Some times, he is a preacher, a lover
I know a pen
In words, you can find his weaknesses
In his weaknesses can his strength be found.
I know a pen
Who now exist in the thought of people
Like you
Waiting for what is it, he says next.
And judges of the earth
been Ready to scrutinized,
He struggles with choice of words
In other not to be misunderstood.
I know a pen
As old as he seems
He's just a little boy
Without a name
And today I come out boldly
To let the world know that
#TIMMY# is the name of my pen.
#Poetry is the healer
#the light and
#the way
#although there are many more ways.