Mental Health
The Power of the Pen
The Power of the Pen A simple stick of ink and grace, A quiet tool, a slender face. Yet in its tip, a world resides, A storm of thoughts the mind provides. The pen, a sword without a blade, Where battles of the heart are laid. It carves no scars upon the skin, But shapes the soul, both deep and thin. With every stroke, a dream takes flight, A silent voice that shuns the night. It dances words across a page, A poet's tear, a scholar's rage. It signs the peace, it marks the war, It opens minds, unlocks the door. A whisper soft, a thunder loud, It leads the lost, it shapes the crowd. A pen can sketch a love untold, Or write of empires brave and bold. It drafts the future, seals the past, And captures moments meant to last. In hands of those who dare to dream, It paints the sun, ignites the gleam. A teacher's tool, a leader's guide, A humble friend, forever tied. Through ink, the silent speak their pain, And hopes are scribbled in the rain. It crafts the letters that forgive, And pens the songs that let us live. So though it seems a fragile thing, It holds the weight of everything. For in its lines, both loss and gain, The pen — a voice, a sword, a chain. A timeless power, bold and bright, That shapes the day and rules the night.
By Budhirai Tripura2 years ago in Poets
