A pencils worth.

                          A Pencils Worth

I am your friend, confidant, your loyal servant. I am tossed aside, so insignificant yet,I am the medium through  which your dreams are brought to life.

I put onto paper your souls deepest yearnings,  the desire to create music, art and poetry.  I have charted down the stars and wrote your love in them.  I let your creativity move you,  scribbling down your deepest emotion of happiness, pain and rage. I have noted down scientific breakthroughs from Newton's law of gravity to Einstein's E=mc2. I make you smile, cry and often both.  I let your creativity that's coursing trough your veins burst onto paper and canvas. I am a pencil.  The quality a pencil holds is what helps to get to the core of all things man hope to achieve.

The room in a pencil are narrow but holds dreams too big to be contained in your mind. In a pencil loud words yell for attention and the silent wait their turn.  From a broken pencil poetry will flow into rivers of lyric. There is a long story waiting to be told in the shortest of pencils. Pick it and feel the magic flow.

I come willing to serve you but slowly ending myself in the process.  Like a blunt sword , I am sharpened ready to take on your next conquest. When I am done,  my friend, my master,  you will toss me in the bin and move on to the next long sharp pencil,  your next weapon.  Before you toss me to the side remember the secrets you entrusted me to write and transmit the voice of your love story. Do not throw me away without a second thought. Let me go knowing my worth. The great worth of a pencil.

By Faathima Kasoo