The Pen

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

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Oct 24, 2012
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No two the same!
by: Anonymous

We all are unique in our stories and all have something to offer this world that only WE can offer. This poem so simply states the truth in that no Two are the same - nice reminder ;0)

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