My Only Friend

Personal (Hope)

My only friend
is my pen.

The only one who
listens to my thoughts
is my muse.

She wipes my tears
with ink-stained paper.

But at least,
I have someone
to confide in.

She never judges;
she accepts me
the way I am.

She is always there
when I need some place
to turn to.

She is my security
from the storms of life,
my safe harbor
after heartbreak.

I would be lost
without her
and her support.

No human being
could compare to her.

She’s a constant comfort,
a ever-present companion,
my only friend.

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