I write in pencil now.
The pen made a mess of mistakes.
A pencil permits change,
it begs for perfection
with its eraser top
ready to remedy
the ruins of my writing.
If it dulls,
I can pause to sharpen
the tip and pretend
to sharpen my mind
before beginning again
writing
erasing
sharpening
while my pencil shrinks
and my page fills with lead.
* Just a Poem about the benefits of writing in pencil.
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Hey, thanks for commenting. Please keep it respectable and mostly PG. Thanks, Liz.