Alone with My Pen in Hand

A. De Los Santos
As I sit alone, in a quiet place, I let my pen rock

Pages turning full of aspirations and thoughts of ambitions

Paragraph the empty spaces on my canvas of art.

Page by Page of frustrations agonize the rhythm of the pen.

Strokes of broken hearts full of wisdom and pain,

Maybe some of these stories might be the same

Overcoming the rain and struggles not in vain

Allowing the pages to soothe my pain

Using every space on white to enjoy the freedom that is expression

But in the midst of the gloom

Laughter can be heard through the joy in my language

Expressing ideas and opinions that satisfy my wanderlust.

My only escape from life.............to write about it.

Published by A. De Los Santos

My name is Astharte De Los santos and I am a single mom/ student. I attend Bronx community College, taking courses to become a better writer. I plan to pursue a career in journalism and hopefully transfer by...  View profile

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