“A Paper and Pen” by Natalie Bashore
October 12, 2022
I got to that level of skill before,
But still, I know I can be so much more,
Than just a paper and pen,
All that I have left,
After depression turns life to regret.
Losing my passions,
In tall-tale fashion,
Of something coming in my way,
Keeping me from seeing the light of day,
Who knows how much longer I’ll stay.
I’ve got a paper and pen,
And all that they’re for,
But still, I know I can be so much more,
Like a musician, designer, painter,
Anything that I can put my mind to.
If only my mind wasn’t too tortured to use.
I’ve got the words from my poems,
Writing’s not a chore,
But still, I know I can be so much more.
Than just a paper and pen,
For an emotional outlet that kept –
It kept from doing more harm to myself.
Maybe one day, these words will be on a bookshelf,
Then I’ll show some gratitude to my unforgiving self.