Mightier Than The Sword

The pen in my hand, I hold a firm grip

As an idea enters I click the top

The tip touches the paper; the thoughts escape

Words gush out- a geyser

From my intellect which was their home

The pen liberates my mind

It twists and turns in rhythm to dancing words

Exploring the realm which they have come into

An eclipse

My inspiration has been enclosed

Before my thoughts fade

The pen seizes them from my mind

And brings them into the open

My imagination flows onto the page

The pen is there to transport it

I am mystified

That such a small tool can make history

Swiftly the light returns

My muse resumes her sweet tune

She lures me further

The hiatus over, I write faster

Afraid of losing her again

My hand starts to ache

As I move it with speed

I drown the sheet with everything I feel

Words a refuge for the depths of my soul

I hold up my paper to look at what I have done,

All I see is a poem