ink on paper

I've missed my pen
The smell of ink on paper
The cathartic release of pent-up feelings
The discovery of newness in the ordinary

Move me with the said and unsaid
The solace of its company-musical

I've missed the collision of nothing and everything
The combination of wit and lyric
The creation of timeless puzzles
Let thoughts flow freely out of me
Celebrating, grieving the only way I know

Move me with the said and unsaid

The solace of its company-musical

I've missed the conversations with God and self,
The staring at fear to see if I'll be unnerved
The long days and long nights of sweet solitude
The expression of the changes in me

Move me with the said and unsaid

The solace of its company-musical

I've missed poetry.