I didn’t know why my Pen went dry, till I started reading my old poems. One written in the 9th grade almost brought me to my knees…. I reached for my Pen instead
I have to thank the WordPress community for giving my poetry a safe home. Recently went through a writing drought.
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Written by Destiny Bergeron
In my absence
My heart grew fonder
Like they said it would
My pen develop dust
But it never dulled
It just
waited in silence
As I morned the loss of a good friend
Knowing there are no words
to bring them back again
Didn’t stop me from from trying
Everytime my pen touch the page
I thought of him
Repeating the same
half written rhymes
till I just couldn’t write
“Pain is a thing that lessons over time
And as the pages of life fly by
We learn wrong from right
And how to say goodbye”
I wrote those lines in the nineth grade
Fourteen years old..
You were my friend longer
than I was alive at time
What did I know about goodbye?
Those words written long ago
Were so true they hurt
That pain was me letting go
without out even thinking about it
I reached for my pen
Step out of the darkness
Into the brightness of a blank page
The light reveals my battle scars
across my heart
I wear them like a badge of honor
With my pen as my sword
I am never alone
these words are my home
The Worded Warrior has returned
Worded Warrior 