Dear, pencil; I hope you would still be okay,
Through those sleepless nights and heavy days,
You are tired- just so I knew it,
But life will always be the same.
Paper that I kept for years,
Shattered into pieces like it's burned into ashes,
Memories were being blown away by the cold wind,
It was gone but it's buried in my heart and soul.
Sorry, that I cried many times,
Teary eyed as I saw myself on the vintage mirror,
I was then too young- but getting old,
You wrote my story, you made me strong.
Mom and dad gave me a fully grown rose,
Its thorns could kill, like a knife with a poison,
I didn't want to believe it, but I can't catch their pace,
They were already too far, leaving me in bruises.
'Till then a light of hope shone into the dark sky,
Wishing my wounds to be healed as I face another whimper,
You didn't stop me from imprinting those words into my head,
'Raise your voice; have that faith and courage'
For without you, I will never feel someone's true love,
For without you, I will never write,
You made me see the colors of pain in my pale heart,
It taught me to be brave enough; to stand on my ground.
Please, let me rest and appreciate the art of my work,
The remaining ink, for someone don't throw it away,
In my eyes, you have value that no one can replace,
Try to Lit up the place we stayed for too long.
My hands are started to get rough, and eyes are getting dim,
For sure, there's no glow any more in a man's boring frame,
Gone were the days of longing into my prayers,
You filled that space when I thought there's nothing left.
Those moments that we had before; Be it a treasure to be remembered,
I'm now going to chase my path of peace in an unknown world,
My happiness is you, and so all things has come to an end,
Goodbye, and say hello for your extended journey.