My Pen, My Friend

When I put down the pen

That's when the demons came in

They preyed on my desire for perfection

Told me I was nothing

And I didn't have the support of my best friend

To remind me of my blessings

When I put down my pen

That's when the anger bubbled to the surface

Tears stinging my eyes as I smiled to keep them in

Everything bottled up inside

Because I had let go of the one who would listen

When I put down my pen

That's when I let my creativity slip away

I thought I could go on without it

I thought I didn't need it

I thought that my pen was nothing more than something to write with

But now that I've picked it back up

I'm reminded that my pen is my friend

The kind that's always around

And doesn't judge my thoughts

Keeps all of my secrets

Takes the brunt of my pain so I don't have to bear it for myself

This poem is for my pen

I promise my friend

I'll never put you down again