I find a friend in my pen
An associate in parchment.
My guilt lifter
My mood changer
To them I owe explanations
To them I empty my soul
My frustrations they know
My disappointments they know
They don’t judge me
They don’t criticize my actions
My pact with them is simple and lasting
“Be empty and I will fill you with my heart contents”
They have been there in laughter and in tears
They have stood by me, strong and unwavering.
I approach them overflowing
And I leave empty and fulfilled
My pen and my paper,
Counsellors no man can fault
A listening ear that bears no deceit
A well that is bottomless
That’s why I write
Cos my heart attains tranquility after a session with my pen and paper.