The Mysterious Purple Pen

Once I found a purple pen

It was lying on my table one morning

As hard as I tried to remember 

I couldn't, even after brain storming

I picked it up and lo behold

It sparkle and shone with an unseen glow

As soon as I put it on paper

It began scribbling with an ardent flow

It wrote down my thoughts 

And dreams deep and dark

It poured out my feelings

Buried deep in my heart

The purple ink flowed 

With a feverish passion

As I tried to hide 

All my secrets and emotions

But the pen was reluctant

To let go of my soul

The more I resisted

The more it stole

My dreams and my hopes

My evil thoughts and deeds

The pen bared it all

For one and all to see

I was ashamed of 

What appeared on the paper

Some facts and figures

Were new even to me, it would appear

Just as the pen was about to write

The name of my secret love, I had hidden

I woke up with a start and realized

It was only a dream I had forbidden

It dawned upon me that day

No one is a Saint, everyone has vices

Some use them to grow

Some stifle them as unheard voices

The purple pen of my dreams 

Showed me my true reflection 

The purple ink it used

Was a spiritual reconnection!