PICK UP THE PEN (POEM) By Lesley Chimezie Nwankwo
Do it now, why wait until later?
I’m void
Searching for words to fill empty thoughts.
Silence
I listen to the moon, waiting for answers.
Maybe sometime soon.
I listen to my heart beat in inconsonant rhythm.
I listen to the wind, searching for what is missing.
It blows me off track
I ignore the dirt on the path, as I trace my way back.
Pick up the pen, put it to paper
Do it now. Why wait until later?
Looking for inspiration to string together these words and letters.
I hear the rain but I sit and complain
Rather than listen to the music it makes.
I ignore the flowers and the stories they tell
Hoping my story somehow will complete itself.
If only I listened closer to my heart beat
And appreciate the rhythms and melody.
If I could breathe again, I could hear my thoughts speak.
And it would make sense.
Now I listen to the flowers, the dirt, the sky and the rocks
And hear them speak volumes through their silence.
Then once again I pick up my pen
For in the beauty of nature, stories know no end.
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