Her Purpose

When all your pieces have been shattered,

thrown away like you have never mattered.

When your voice has disintegrated, for all the hard times that you've debated

With yourself, and tried to ask over again:

"Will it all even matter in the end?"

My pen and paper I will take on this journey we call life,

it's all ups and downs but I live for the Most High.

That's why I write.

Tear the pages that had held my phases,

folded into a paper plane and just like that it's gone with the wind...

My pen is my mighty sword, my book holds my mighty word!

Yes, that's why I write.