Hand behind the Pen

I write, gifted with the intellect in my hand.
Every thought from my brain is passed down to the heart of my hand.
Every nerve ending in my hand has the ability to express the words I could never say.
All the pressure, all the attachment, all the anxiety and bitterness I feel;
My hand says it all out loud with its pen, when my heart is silenced.

-S.Reyes