Mighty are the Paper and pen

The pen and paper became my friend. They were the only things that were patient enough to take note of the scrambled thoughts of my heart. The pen and paper became my friend. They weren’t quick to judge, hasty to speak, but they gave me the opportunity to soul-search for the truth that was always inside of me. They made me seek out the confidence within, as well as equally make known my insecurities just the same—not to shame me, but to show that I am both and enough. Mighty are the pen and paper; they express vividly the thoughts of the scrambled heart. My friend, My paper and pen