I’m none other than the follower of my God gifted pen. It helps me exile my abandoned thoughts and desires, for you to reach and rescue me from this tempest of lost tears and intense days of an endured journey. My pen encourages me to share with you a description of its mirrored ways surrendered to me: how my complexion takes in the core of the sun or my darkest feelings entwined with the water falls of ink pumping though its existence…
It slides among these lines as swift as I walk across a room; it captures the eyes of the aware and stimulates the mind…Imitating my structure. But we compliment each other; “I’m my pen’s keeper”, and its motivation as it is mine in life. So I hold it dear in my pocket, my heart and in my hand….
It helps me exhibit the heart of a man.
By David C. Robinson