I was brought back to life, as I sat there chewing the bottom of my pen;
The ink trickles to the back of my heart, pushing my dreams wide open.
It feels like I am giving mouth to mouth to the ink, as I hold the pen tighter as if I am giving CPR;
The pen has been by my side through it all, I never thought together we could make it this far.
Blank sheets stare back at me, looking so clean and white;
Thousands of words and verses scream through my dreams, when I close my eyes at night.
There are so many ways to write, communication is life’s key;
The difference is when I pick up the pen, I am writing my destiny.
Without the ink in my life my name was blown away with the wind;
I now know I was given a gift I must use, “Forgive me Father for I have sinned”.
I took all I had for granted, but now the pen and I have the target set in our sight;
The ink and I have a destiny, and that destiny is for us to write.
BARRY MOWLES ©2011