The Pen Of Poetry Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

It is not a machete
It does not kill viruses
It's not a disinfectant
It harbours no intention to be a gun
Or a poisonous spear
It is a messenger
Ripping open the cloud of uncertainty
To unveil the path of hope
It's a pathfinder
Along the dimensionless realm of the spirit
Mapping the path of light
Not by geological coordinates
Or by astrological dimensions
It's by opening the curtain of blindness
Displaying the hidden truth
The pen of poetry is an instrument of the heart
A sharp knife to rip open the tough veil of the unknown
And extract the sacred contents of life
The pen of poetry knows no boundaries
It's not bound by mathematical equations
Or by the laws of physics
The pen of poetry is a hammer
Breaking open the shell of Silence
And exposing the richness of the spirit
An open sea of light
A pendulum of joy and sorrow
An ocean of Love
A basket full of tears
The pen of poetry is a womb
Creating the contents of life
Out of nothingness
By mixing Silence with Love

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