I’ve Picked Up My Pen. You should too.
Now let the transformation begin

Brimming with emotions, when life brought me down
I picked up my pen and bled my thoughts like therapy
Overcome with anxiety when I saw no end to my trials
I picked up my pen and released my thoughts through ink
Bitter with life and seeing no escape in sight
I picked up my pen and caressed my soul with words
Disappointed in love and lost in the muddle of life
I picked up my pen to mend my broken heart
Silenced by the inequality of a patriarchal society
I picked up my pen and declared my own freedom
Tired of the injustice and negativity all around
I picked up my pen to valiantly spread positive vibes
When no one was listening, when no one really cared
I picked up my pen and wrote poems like tender morning dew
Words are like balm to an aching soul, so when the world turned dark
I’m grateful that I did not extinguish the flame, instead
I picked up my pen and rewrote the script in colorful loving hues.





