She sat down at the desk,

She had sat down everyday

 And dipped her pen in the ink

That always let her say

The words floating in her mind

Without having to make a sound.

The paper

Did not crumple

Or curl

As she set the ink down.

 It stayed still for her words

Absorbing the emotion

That she sent its way.

 With every dip of ink,

And stroke of pen

The paper obeyed,

Resulting in a poem

Worth putting on display.

Thank you, Sumal, for the AWESOME poem! Keep up the great work!