A Pen.

And with a stroke of a pen

My pain became joy,

My tears became smiles,

And I became myself.

 

And with a stroke of a pen

My heart grew bigger,

My blood flowed smoother,

And I became myself.

 

And with a stroke of my pen

My broken pieces fell together,

My life found its purpose,

And I became myself.

This poem is about: 
Me

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