This Pen

It seems to have a mind of its own at times, for there is no stopping its rhyme
So new to me this writing, so exciting and relaxing
To express yourself, what a therapy of help
No longer are For this pen I hold, it slowly strolls across my paper for stories to be told
emotions locked inside, stealing your mind
Pen it down, release the hounds
Share it with the world, for it might help others with their downs
It is now embedded in my being, someone I never knew inside of me breathing