With This Pen

With this pen, the power is all mine.  The who, the what, the where, the when... it is all up to me.  I share a piece of me, and bare my sole with each new sentence.  The reader, and just as importantly I, learning more about myself every time I write.  Fingers to the pen, pen to the paper, the ink is the first to know my innermost thoughts.  I write, and with this pen I direct the ink onto the paper, with only my heart knowing what will come next.  Is the ink still wet, can I still turn back, or are the thoughts that were once mine alone, now permanently on display for all to see?  I dab the paper with my finger... nope, still wet, and now my finger's dirty.  Awww son of a bitch!!!  I got some on my sleeve too!!