A pen

Like a pencil but incapable of erasing its mistakes

It embodies the dark bold ink with confidence

Its confidence soars like a kite in gale winds

The pen is a tool for others

They write little notes for kids to pass

Short stories for english class

Concerning documents from diplomats

Different pieces like a shattered glass

Everything it writes is permanent,

Even mistakes will remain forever

For this reason it ignores its mistakes

Like tripping over a rock, it stumbles forward and keeps on going

The poor pen has a limit to what it can write

The ink inside it is limited

A lifetime of writing starts young and bold before it becomes frail and old.

Some may refill the ink though it is still consumed

Regardless, the pen writes

It knows it purpose and fulfills it

It finds writing to be like meditating