What would I be
with out this pen in
my hand
this notebook resting
on my knee
the words scratching
their way to the
surface
longing to be heard
where would I be
some other place
I wouldn’t be here now
I wouldn’t be me
not without my pen
and paper
not without my words
I wouldn’t be me
I wouldn’t be this…
happy
.
.
02/18/01
©Patti Keno
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