In the desert of pain,
Surrounded by sands of sadness
And sunshine of loneliness.
I was an alien to fun and happiness,
they both looked at me like an outcast,
only the sound of my solitude spoke to me.
Every argument against injustice
I had with the voices in my head
and the reflection in the mirror.
Chitchatting with people
felt like taking a trip to the moon,
it was a luxury I couldn’t afford
and falling in love was out of the picture.
All that changed when I met my best friend,
his soul is as pure as the moon’s light.
When we first met he looked unskilled and innocent,
But looks aren’t always real.
Like every best friend,
he is understanding and exceptional,
my fears were his to chase away
and he is my shield.
Slowly loneliness departed from me,
inspirations came through whenever I held him,
the feeling is always exhilarating.
When depressing thoughts
weigh upon my shoulders like Thor’s hammer,
he comes to my aid.
My voice is heard through him,
Like a key, he opened my feelings.
Every story told
and every tears shed, he has been there
Waiting to voice my emotions.
He doesn’t care
how I use him,
what’s most important to him
Is how I feel when I’m done with him.
My happiness is his top priority
and he is ever willing
to pass my message across
no matter the time and place.
I’m glad I met him
and found my voice through him.
There’s no best friend
Like my Pen.
