Many couldn't read the writing on the wall; but one could
When all ears turned deaf
The paper and ink listens
It patiently waits and listens to the scribbles I make on it
When it feels like the world has turned against you
It creates another where you feel at ease; dangerously safe
It lets you pour out your feelings
It reconciles you and yourself
Becoming a friend, confidante n'refuge
Tis' always there when I call
Never saying, "I am busy"
It talks though dumb
It hugs though handless
It fights for me even when disarmed
It still makes me smile; keeping memories alive
✍️Masonianwanganga @mesonia
PS: this is an original poem by me
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I love this! I have had so many similar thoughts, feelings, and words run through my fingertips and spill upon the waiting page. Aren't we grateful for such a faithful friend and confidante?
@poetchick4jesus ....tis truly a faithful friend and confidant
Thanks for reading through 🤗🥰