PAD Challenge Day 9: Pen & Paper

PAD Challenge Day 9: Write a persona poem (for an inanimate object). Pen & Paper I never knew what a ride or die meant until I met Pen & Paper . Some true comrades. My poetry tribe. Real and reliable as my creator; Never ignored or fronted my feelings; Never judged my baby steps, Or laughed at my stage presence. Just a trustworthy duet that invited and accepted me as I was at the age of seven. We produced a picture-perfect threesome in between rhyme and rhythm. Galloped for meters after meters from Nursery Rhymes, Haikus, Limericks, Acrostic poems to Free verses. They fostered my heart, became my ideal of “village”. Something like the big sister and BFF that I fantasized about. They lifted my soul as I lifted them. They cradled my passions; Housed my dreams with no vacancies for sabotage or manipulation. They never ghosted me, but I could hide out and be free for FREE even if nobody cared to hear me read. They ma