Paper and Pen

Oh paper and pen, again and again I fail to let out my feelings from within My life I have used you, to express how I feel Now there’s a block, my fountain’s a seal I try to dig deeper My mind in the dim Act as a reason seeker I feel I can’t win How do I open myself? Is it fear? That you can now read me, from front end to rear That you can see me, as I am standing now to come here and live was my only vow Oh paper and pen, will you rescue me? Help me compose, to be what is me To share and love for now I am closed I have this concern, afraid to expose What is it in me that I sadly neglect? Am I trying too hard? When I should just accept I seem to think it’s a riddle that I should work out When maybe it’s nothing but my opening doubt Oh paper and pen it’s so hard to see Do I write to you, or do you write to me? Noting is real until you converse My feelings become authentic when I write you a verse It’s all in my head until I let go Until I open up and let myself flow It’s been so long since I’ve sung my own song Since I’ve woken up and felt I belong It’s been so long since I felt someone’s love in exchange Where the one-way road has more than one lane Oh paper and pen You are a true friend You are me as I am You are you, not pretend My hand a crutch of my own support That I so pretend to ask for when I’m falling short How can someone walk with me if I can’t even walk on my own? How can I hold a hand when mine’s out on loan To others who don’t need it the way I think they do I’m just holding it out incase they could do with a finger or two If not now, tell me then, when Will versifiers find their paper and pen?