A catharsis exuded alongside pencil and paper.
Not always compliant
but mostly understanding.
The longest lasting friends one can hope for.
Pen too grudging a stain for all the mistakes
pencil more forgiving.
Swiping away all that I never could.
The quite intonations more pressing with each
Willing a whisper.
A tangible feeling.
From a mumble
to an unrelenting, reverbarating screech.
Words solidifying from a wavering wisp.
Taking form the best a hushed artist could sculpt.
Incomplete and wholesome.
A faint voice