Poetry / Pencil
As I began to write,
Pencil in the hand,
The sadness began to hide,
Ideas in the head.
The sound familiar enough,
Safety recognized,
The world disappearing with every word,
My patience prized.
The tool running down the paper,
Some writing forming itself,
The pencil in my hand trembling,
Words flowing themselves.
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