My magic pen.
I wish I had a magic pen to write of how I feelSuch stories bold as yet untold to you l would reveal
It's ink of hues from deep sea blue, grass green, and yes blood red
Would tell of crimes and better times all swirling in my head
I wish I could without much pause speed across the page
And not refrain with proud distain to write of hurt and rage
Expressing words so long in chains of all that I have known
And paint for you a picture true of why my heart then stone
My pen of blue forever true with honesty would say
You hurt a child however wild some day the fee you'll pay
From children's pain all loss no gain a bitter fruit will seed
And come what may arrive the day to write of it his need
The color red flows from my pen upon the page a flood
Obscuring tears and fears of long gone years as from my wounds drip blood
A tapestry of pain and shame my pen would to you tell
It also would as in truth it should speak of my love as well
And as my pen as if alive races o'er the page
I smile to see not all I be just bitterness and rage
For time the healer with much help from angels up above
Would calm my turbulent stormy seas and bring to me much love
The colors in the words I write now turn a soft deep hue
As memory's of those I've loved begin to well anew
I write with pen of all I feel emotions good and bad
And in the writing of it all I learn of feelings glad
I learn at last it best to share in truth my thoughts within
Not eternal flame of shame or blame in silence of my sins
And so I write in ebbing light those truths my soul would bare
And say to you, as is your due, my thanks that you should care.
Brendan, "Easter Sunday"
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-11-23 at 11:13
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