Ode to My Pencil- By Amelia

Thank you, pink eraser
That saves me
From
My mistakes

Thank you, lead
That gives me voice
So in a quiet place
I still have words

Thank you both
For pairing up
For creating
Poetry,
Novels,
Life.

Thank you
For being strong
And not breaking
And
Thank you
For not being tough
And ripping paper

Thank you
For
Letting yourself
Be cramped in my purse
Without complaint

Thank you, closest friend
For letting
Me.
Be.
Me.