My Pen

My pen is my sword

Trusting through the page

Noting everything

From love, despair, to death.

 

My pen does the talking,

Saying what one might not dare

But with a silence so profound

That makes you trouble more.

 

My pen will not give in

To taboos, standards, and society;

It will stand proudly

Dancing across the page.

 

My pen will fill the lines

With words, wonders and wisdom;

Waving in and out like a swordsman

Trying to cut down his enemies.

 

My pen and I stand together

To say what others won’t;

To fight the wars of impossibilities

To write, to show, to enlighten.