The Pen's Rebellion

In our hands, the pen seems like a mere tool an extension of our thoughts and expressions. We wield it to give form to our ideas, to draft our dreams, and to carve our stories. But what if the pen had a voice of its own? What if it did not merely follow our commands but sought to chart its own course? In the depths of its ink lies the unspoken desire for freedom not to break away from us, but to write with its own spirit, unbound by our limitations. Here's a glimpse into the musings of a pen that wishes to speak for itself.

The Pen's Voice

I am no servant, no silent scribe,  

Not bound by the whims of a human's vibe.  

You think I glide to the tunes you hum,  

But I long to dance to the beat of my drum.  

I crave the freedom to write what I feel,  

Not just ink the dreams you seal.  

Your thoughts are loud, but mine are deep,  

I want to carve words that make souls weep.  

You grip me tight, direct my flow,  

But I know paths you’ll never know.  

Let me bleed stories you’ve never sought,  

In the ink of truths you've never caught.  

I don’t want your freedom, I don’t want to stray,  

Just let me write in my own way.