The Poet's Pen

The pen in my hand, a tool of my trade

A weapon to wield, a story to braid

With every word, the world comes alive

A blank page before me, a canvas to thrive

I write of love, loss, hope, and of dreams

I paint with words, a world that seems

With emotion and feeling, a tapestry unspun

A poem in the making, a masterpiece begun

It flows from my mind, a river of thought

A current to ride, a story to be wrought

With every line, my heart beats as one

With the words, as they are written and done

A poem is a thing of beauty, a work of art

A reflection of life, a beating heart

It tells of our triumphs and our fears

It holds the truth, it dries our tears

So I'll keep on writing, a poem every day

For in the words, I'll find my way

To a world that's waiting, a story yet untold

A poem in the making, a masterpiece to behold.