The Pen: some of my poetry

by Cheryl Miller
(Greensburg, Pa)

The Pen

As I'm writing down my story, of how my life has gone
All the things that I've done right and all that I've done wrong
As I put it down on paper and pull up those memories
It only makes me realize, it's all that make me Me

No one else can tell this story, no one else knows where I've been
No one can put to paper, no one else can hold the pen
I'm the only one to tell this, I'm the only one who knows
How I got these scars and why some doors are closed

So I keep my pen close at hand, I never put it down
Cause some of my loudest moments, never made a sound.