borROWed iNK

borROWed INk

I borrowed a pen to write this poem.
My question is:
How will I return the ink ?

Maybe the person won't notice that the pen is lighter when I give it back.
Maybe just maybe I could share with them the words I wrote as a way of saying thanks.
This may feed an unseen hunger, giving back a gift far greater than the ink is worth.
I wonder then what words to choose.
Should I share the parts of me that nobody sees ?
Please ! Please ! Please !
Heck No !!!
Trading ink, I do not think, a fair trade to show the inner me for all to see.
But then again, I feel I must let go of this weight I tow.
It been some time since anyone other than myself has been granted inner access.
There was a time I didn't fear a daily dose of shared connection with a significant other.
With age comes wisdom, leading to an understanding that I am not alone.
The words I write represent a single stone that may help build a path that others walk.
And to think, these words were built with a little bit of borrowed ink.

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Twentith Day

 Of The 
Fifth Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Nineteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

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