this pen
chosen from a wicker basket of others
from a small bedside table
writes smoothly and
with ease

with it, i have penned
my daily commitment
a bank balance
the names of three beaches i needed to remember
and have raised it
poised above
empty pages
when the words became suddenly

only now have i glanced
at the writing on its colorful stem
noting this pen’s origins
“solid rock ministries” it now SHOUTS
“loving god, loving people, loving life” it now LIES
“with god, all things are possible” it now SCREAMS
sure of itself
righteous and all knowing
this once innocuous utensil
changes in my hand

i think i’ll choose
another pen
one that won’t
taint my words
with religious

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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