My Pen Has Power Poem by Melissa Harkness

My pen has POWER.
Ideas come alive in the dark.
Low light freedom
Technology dimmed,
my senses awaken.
Ink stains my hands
like the masters cocooned
in the austere flicker of candle light.
Fountain pen,
Buzzing brain,
Tired eyes,
A satisfyingly sore back.
I ponder and await
The somnolent magic of words
to form bridges between
my heart and my metered page.
My pen has POWER.
Power to create,
Power to provoke,
Power to heal,
Power to voice those feelings
that have yet to move beyond
Pits in my stomach,
Catches in my throat,
and thumps of my heart.
My pen has POWER,
And I use it.