The pen that once held peace <br />now only mocks me <br />The paper that once held deliverance <br />now with holds all freedom <br />from my stretching fingers <br /> <br />Even as I write this, <br />I realize that it is in vain <br />Somehow I know <br />no freedom or unknown wisdom <br />will be written loose <br /> <br />But with visions of clever word choices <br />proclaiming my wisdom, <br />I write on; <br />faithfully waiting for <br />the peace only the written word can bring.<br /><br />Lola Sanchez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-the-written-word/
