Pencil

I write my sorrows

in black ink;

and i color my joys in

rainbow colored pastels.

Unable to read

that invisible ink

that colors my heart

with His love.

I pick this pencil to write my fate

realizing I can easily erase,

what my mind has written.

Rephrase new sentences,

sketch new dreams.

Start a new clean page.

What I write with this pencil,

i erase.

Silence has no words.

Silence has no verse.

~written 2/6/2018