Mastering the Pen by Ellie Augustin | One Poem Only

A daily reading from One Poem Only—a quiet space for a single poem, read aloud.Mastering the PenEllie AugustinI learned the weight of a penthe way warriors learn steelnot in theory,but in the quiet repetitionof showing up again.By survival.In my hand, it is not delicate.It is trained.It knows how to press into a sentenceand when to lift,how to cut cleanlywithout tearing the page.I learned this among books.Among shelves that holdwhat others survived long enough to say.Among spines that stand uprightafter everything it took to write them.This is where I am safestinside ink,inside margins that do not interrupt me,inside pages that let me finishwithout asking me to soften the truth.A bookstore breathes with this permission.The hush is not silence.It is respect.Every aisle is lined with proof:each book once a private reckoning,each chapter a decision to stay,each author wielding the same instrumentuntil it obeyed.I walk slowly herebecause I am already among my own.Because every title was once a handlearning the same discipline I am still mastering.And I dreamwithout spectacleof the day my fingers stop tracing spinesand recognize themselves.Not as victory.As belonging.That I learned the bladeinside these walls.That I survived the writing.That one day my book will stand here tooquiet, upright,having earned its placeamong endurancebound in paperand called literature.More from Ellie Augustin ↓Her blog, Lines Between Living@lines_between_living_now on Instagram@linesbtwnliving on SubstackSupport + Stay Connected to OPOIf you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook.Poetry reminds us what matters. Thank you for listening.