A Dozen Pens

A dozen pens

An array of bright colored features

Their tears creatively spilled love

Danced with strength and fear

Spoke a dozen happiness

Slashed the tranquility of peace

Healed the woundedness of grace.

A dozen pens

An array of dark stained beings

Their blood shed enlightenment

Crossed the hollowness of mortals

Conveyed a dozen cynicism

Paralyzed the greatness of valiance

Filled the emptiness of faith.

A dozen pens

An array of encapsulated truth

Their pride ridiculed humility

Laughed over the cries of oppression

Wrote a dozen prejudice

Silenced the whimpering of justice

Resurrected the crippledness of honor.

A dozen pens

An array of estranged creatures

Their poignance crumbled holied esteems

Chose between beauty and wisdom

Mimicked a dozen insecurities

Gagged the shouts of confidence

Pulsated nothing but I…

I am a dozen pensI

can be an array of bright colored features

I can be an array of dark stained beings

I can be an array of encapsulated truth

I can be an array of estranged creatures

Whatever that I am…

is my choice.

I am a dozen pens

My tears can creatively spill love

My blood can shed forth enlightenment

My pride can ridicule the humble

My poignance can crumble the esteem of others

Whatever that I can…

is my choice.

I am a dozen pens

I dance with strength and fear

I cross the hollowness of mortals

I laugh over the cries of the oppressed

I choose between beauty and wisdom

Whatever that I do…

is my choice.

I am a dozen pens

I speak of happiness

I convey cynicism

I write about prejudice

I mimic insecurities of the world and I

Whatever that I impart…

is my choice.

I am a dozen pens

I slash the tranquility of peace

I paralyze the greatness of valiance

I silence the whimpering of justice

I gag the shouts of confidence

Whatever that I execute…

is my choice.

I am a dozen pens

I heal the wounded ness of grace

I fill the emptiness of faith

I resurrect the crippled of honor

I pulsate nothing but myself

I … is my choice.

I am a dozen pens

My thoughts can be an enemy or a friend

My words can be a dagger or a rose

My actions can be a curse or a blessing

I … can hurt or heal.

A dozen pens… I am.