My Pen

My pen!  It shocks me.  It infuriates me.  It befuddles me.  It bewilders me.  I press down on paper and what comes out on this end is always a surprise.  I sit down to write a message or a story, and instead I end up discovering more about myself.  I love it!  Why can’t I do this forever?!  Why can’t anything come out on some days?  Please don’t go away, my pen, for you are my true companion.