My Pen Poem by Miracle Asuquo
My Pen
I've not forgotten my pen
neither have I misplaced the ink
I still feel the steam
bubbling in between my veins
I engaged my pen
not for selfish gain
but cos it refreshes my brain
as it heals the worlds Bane
my pen is part of me
its defines my being
so when inspiration wraps me in it arms
I succumb like a tomb
to learn through it wand.
knowing one day
my penwill make mehit fame.
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6/14/2025 8:25:47 AM # 1.0.0
Hope is what keeps us going, and if we believe in that hope we can achieve anything. A great poem.