A Broken Pencil

I broke a pencil the other day,

It hit the paper hard.

It seems I had a thought to mind,

That we must be on guard.


I guess it started as a rant,

And seemed to grow from there.

Never one to hold my thoughts,

I also need to share.


Fear and hatred all about,

A culture of despair.

Is this the way we want to live?

Or must we now beware?


The pencil hit the point with rage,

My fury was too strong.

And the moment I had done it,

I knew that I was wrong.


Shame was all I really felt

There was another way.

Hate cannot be met with hate,

It’s love we must convey.


This is the time to heal our wounds.

A time when we should bond.

All it takes is willingness,

And we could move beyond.


I know that we can make amends,

And all can live as one.

Beam a smile at a stranger,

And lo, you have begun.

20 thoughts on “A Broken Pencil

  1. Murphy's Law

    Pam, you are the ultimate wordsmith. This poem packs a mega amount of good common sense in it with the bonus of a solution!

    I don’t understand why we ALL can’t agree to disagree and move on working as one to achieve the goal of unity and mutual respect for one another.

    We all need to stop being part of the problem and start being part of the solution….NOW.

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  2. Dan Antion

    You and Mary (Bikerchick) are on the same wavelength today, Pam. I guess if the women I admire are championing love over hate, I know which path I have to choose (I would anyway).

    This is very good. Break the pencil, write the rant and tear it up, meet the world with a smile.

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