As the tip of my pen touches the page

I wonder what the value truly will be?

Will there be a cost felt with each stroke,

with each letter, with each word,

with longings waiting to be heard?

Will separated hearts appear

and lost journeys be brought near?

So much held, so much given up,

strained and sifted onto a page,

overflowing…waiting

experienced wisdom and sage?

Independence and partings

live at the tip of my pen,

where all good stories

start or come to an end.

As the tip of my pen touches the page

I know what value there will be

a closer look at what is held within you and within me.

Windswept