Twinkle little light
Why do you feel so tired, little one?
You are not doing much
Yet you feel there is rest you need to catch-up on
Your body whispers in your ears
“Rest, little one, even lights can’t shine all the time
A little darkness does them good
If there wasn’t darkness
They could not shine this bright”
Maybe if you rest, others will too
If you stop resisting
They will twinkle too
The wrong pen
Slightly too tight
To let your expansive self, be
Too constricting, to let the warm words come to the surface
And bask in the ocean of infinite possibility
Too controlling, to let your jaw unclench, kiss life in full lips,
And let out your heart songs dimly silenced by you own obscurity
Too distracted, to see what was always shining at the ball of your pen,
The beauty in the impossibility for there to be a wrong pen
