I'll Write...

The days go by, I grab my pen!

I scribble my thoughts,

I weave a story with each drop of ink.

As my heart pounds,

As my eyes brim with tears, 

And as my soul cries I carry on,

Weaving my story.

There may be pain.

There may be sorrow.

There may be regret!

But I know my story is better still for it,

So I carry on.

I scribble faster,

I feel deeper,

And pledge a vow wiser than before.

This story is not over yet,

I keep writing.

This story is not at its end,

I still have blank paper!

The ink well is only have empty,

Only half full!

My mind is still straight,

Still full of ideas!

Oh I may be young,

I may have made plenty of mistakes,

But I am better for them.

So because of those things,

My pen never stops,

And I keep turning the page with a great expectancy,

 That better will come and only the worst will be weakened!