I came as a pen

A pen given by my hen

My hen who kept me in her den

Her den to help me be among men


Such an interesting pen I am

I am a pen which writes to fill

To fill but never gets filled

Gets filled or deplete for extinction


I take in inks of pain

Pain, rejection, uncertainties, fears

Insecurities, dislikes, happiness,  love, 

Broken and mended hearts, tears etc


Each moment, my ink flashes forward

In a flashback so I know where I started

But never where I’m headed

Why the good and bad surprises?


There are times it overflows

Overflows to leave marks only to reveal more space

Amazing how I get filled up knowing I’ll end on termites’ plates

Like all beings

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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