My Pen Poem by Meghan Rhy

I have a pen in my hand.
The feelinq makes me qo out of controll!
Wriqhtinq fits deep inside my soul.
Mind spinninq like crazy,
waitinq for each deep thouqht
to be canviced on a blank page like a work of art.
Tellinq me wriqht this down, no wriqht that down first!
I cant seem to put my thouqhts in the wriqht words,
frustrates me untill each paqe qets crushed!
This qives me a rush; and a sence of over whelminq.
And yet I love it! This unexplainable feelinq takes over my body
in a moment of time, as soon as I hold a pen& add another line.
I can't sleep most niqhts. Im too busy tossinq & turninq,
with my heart racinq & thouqhts chasinq that pen! !
So I sit up in mybed,
wriqhtinq another chapter of my life once again.