My Pen – Day 360, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

My pen,
Surrounded by an array of instruments,
Is instrumental to my survival.
It’s a different kind of music,
For ears of a broken soul losing,
It’s touch with reality through bridal concessions.
Broken by an ebb and flow dissipating smoke covering their hidden potential,
Through words I sing from the cries of my retinas.
Converting darkness into light I’ve needed to drive by a stretch of,
Disastrous events I’m blessed to have bypassed.
My weapon against all odds trying to defy hands,
Reaching for the sky,
And,
The palms of another hanging on an edge I can,
Pull them up from.
My pen.
In other words,
Love…