The Very Pen Poem by Olubola Adepoju

The Very Pen

I want to hold my pen

So much that my heart ache

To let it all out of the leather skin bag

But fear wouldn't allow me

All I had was a glimmer of hope

The very pen that defines who I am

In which I have my living

But fear kept me back

I felt queasy about the situation

like the world will crumble soon

I felt suffocated with the stuffiness of life
So much that I sought solace in my pen

My companion

I wished to hold it again and again

So I could tell the world how much of its business is unfair

The very pen with which I communicate with the world

That reminds me that I can either make or mar the world with it

I long so much to get a grasp of it again

Yet I feel the tremble and shiver down my spine

I lost touch with my pen for just few days
Yet, it felt like forever

Like I'm lost in the world

I just couldn't let go
Of my companion

As important as a Microphone is to a broadcaster

So is my pen to me

I'm proud to be a writer over and over