Symbol

Rest in my clenched fist
I stroke my fingers
Across your long, slender body
I feel the engraved symbols

Thank you for helping me,
To express my emotions
But I can sense you slowly
Becoming emty inside
Soon I have to replace you

With my hand
We glide across,
Like a skater who dances
Across the ice in a beautiful form

Or a painter who strokes his hand
Across the canvas,
slowly creating a masterpiece,
for everyone to adore

Like a writers bestfriend,
You are my pen.