Scribble Dancing

I'm sitting at the writing desk in my mind,
Scribbling all over the pages of my brain,
Observing as black swirls and lines
Are created under spontaneous movements.
I don't even feel my hand moving.
I simply watch.

Many a time have my hand and this pen
Danced together on paper,
My hand leading each step
While the pen follows happily.
But today,
My hand had no
Desire for dancing.
He was tired,
He was stressed,
He had so many thoughts racing endlessly in his mind...

"Dance with me, my love!"
The pen said to my hand,
"I may not know all the
Write steps,
But you must know
That I want nothing more than
For you to hold me, and
Dance with me tonight."

So here I sit,
Watching the pen
Lead my hand around in a
Crazy, wild, dizzy dance with no
Organization or meaning.

And, I can't help but notice
That my hand is quite glad
That it decided to dance after all.

Author's Note

Written by Jessica, my imaginary friend/inner child.