The Pulse Of My Pen

The pulse of my pen,
Has a heartbeat all it's own
Each throbbing sensation, becomes a word

Pulsating through time, from the confines of my mind,
Using syllables and sounds, like notes on a music scale
Letting the thoughts deep in my soul, flow from pen to paper
Sealing my signature with the pulse of my pen.
Every now and then, I struggle with writer's block

Often, more often than not
Fantasizing that one day I shall be a famous writer

My penknife is a driving force to be reckoned with
You see, I have become an advocate of sorts

People, places and things change, for the better or for the worst
Every one I meet and everyone I've ever known, I hold in my heart
Never to let go,,,