My Pen

My pen is on auto pilot It speaks even when I attempt to be silent My pen represents freedom unheard When I have nothing to say....... My pen has words I sometimes stutter Trying to get my message across Then my pen steps in... and illuminates my every thought I thank God for my four fingers My thumb, and my right hand If not for them....my pen would be Difficult to understand My expressions come from my soul And sometimes bypass my mind Straight to pen and onto my pad I call it....thinking blind My pen is female It gives birth to miracles on paper It pleases my heart and eases my mind Keeping me from seeing a shrink Can you believe it A dollar fifteen.... For a priceless tube of ink.