The Power of a Pen

With a pen in hand,

tired and sad,

quiet and confused—

what a messy evening.

I took some tea,

thinking I was hungry,

yet it worsened.

What was wrong?

Nauseous and weak,

I thought I was sick.

Oh no—it was stress.

Stress? Yes.

Stress about what? No idea.

Without losing a second

I texted Copilot.

It gave me dozens—

dozens of solutions.

I chose mindful breathing.

Then journaling.

Here I am,

with my pen in hand,

fresh and sound.

What was stressing, really?

Nothing.

Not sickness, not hunger,

not even stress—

just not listening to my body.

A few minutes of mindful breathing,

and I’m back to my lane.

A boring evening,

now feeling like fresh morning.

The power of a pen.

Now here is a promise

to my body:

I’ll never ignore you.

I’ll be there for you always.

I’ll never let you down.

Something wrong?

A whisper—

and I’ll be there.

For now, good night.

To my mind,

I mind you.

Overwhelmed?

Let me know,

I’ll handle the rest.

Forever you’re mine.

I love you.

— Wabwire Elias —