MY PEN, MY VOICE….

My pen is the bridge from my thoughts to the world,
A quiet companion, my voice unfurled.
With every stroke, I bring life to a page,
A story, a feeling, a moment, an age.

Each word I write, I leave a piece of my soul behind,
A fragment of me, where love and heart are aligned.
In the ink of my pen, I leave a piece of my past,
A memory, a moment, forever etched to last.

Some days, my words shine like morning light,
Soft and warm, making everything right.
Other days, they storm like a sky turned gray,
Heavy with things I don’t know how to say.

The world may see the words, but not the heart that bleeds,
The tears, the laughter, the moments of doubt and deeds.
In the silence, I hear whispers of my heart,
With every line, I pour out my essence and might.

I write of everyday moments, of love, loss and dreams,
Of Sunday mornings and sleepless nights, it seems.
I write of memories of people I’ve loved and lost,
Of moments that shaped me, and the lessons I’ve crossed.

My pen remembers what my lips forget,
The laughter, the tears, the moments I’ve regret.
It captures the moments, too fleeting to hold,
The whispers of stories waiting to be told.

So I keep writing, through ups and downs,
Through joy and sorrow, through laughter and frowns.
Because even when my voice shakes and sways,
My pen finds the words I can’t always say.

~My thoughts dance into words, creating a rhythm of expression.
OloriEbi 👑🥂🤍
11/03/2025. (1:15 AM)