RIP, my beloved

Our affair started in school at a young age

I was so enamoured that I wanted to keep

you close all the time, never letting you out of sight

you became my mentor, my partner in crime,

the instrument that opened my heart

with you by my side, I became an intrepid warrior

slaying with words those who differed with me

you left your marks on me; blue and black

that was in my opinion a small price to pay

our togetherness was termed messy and undesirable

but the spark that you ignited in me

has made me a poet today

and we stayed together despite the obstacles and criticism

glimpses of our time together

can be found in my prized journal

now age has finally caught up with you

lately things have not been too good between us

I can scarcely decipher our cacography

as I embrace new technology

it is time to lay you to rest, dearest pen

rest in peace my beloved

I have found your replacement in the keyboard!

For the past couple of months I have been taking a break from writing on the weekends. But I promised to write on my pen to someone. This is for you Manessah! It was supposed to be a fun, life changing post inspired by my chat with you. (you must read her hilarious post here). But then I became sentimental. The truth is my pen did change my life! Hope you still enjoy it.