The pen is mightier than my word

Alone I have no words,I can't talk.I'm a coward when I don't have a pen.
Without the ability to write my mind,I can't speak.My mouth can't open.My voice is silenced.
My tongue is numb and I turn from hero to chicken in a matter of seconds once my note pad is gone.

But that feeling of a pencil,pen or marker between my index and thumb sets me free.
It makes me speak a language that God teaches me.I say things I could never sound.

When my pen meets my paper and they touch and caress each other.
It is then that I bless people with my gift.
The pen to me is like a voice and the paper an ear.

You listen to me, whether or not you agree is not the point.
The fact that you heard, is what makes me feel bliss.It brings me a joy.
The type of joy a child has once given a new bicycle. One a dad gets when he hears his son bought his first car.

It is one that a mothers gets when a doctor tells her her first born child is healthy.
The joy a struggling single mother gets when she hears her child has passed her matric with distincions.

The Joy a granmother hears when her grandson says I love you.
This is the joy that a pen and paper give me.