Wait for the moment,

Food gives life, Peaceful ends gives release, Writing makes insanity cease. The mind works best with closure, With problems increasing like Words offer a bastion of defense, when life is a mess and makes no sense, I use them, they are my sword and shield In the uncertainty of life on what is a snake pit on the battle field, The ink hides my cracks, cloaking. Even if cornered the enemy choking. I can hold solace to give power to retaliate, I don't know my fate, only the words I create, Hold through the downturns with ink... Wait through standoffs and think... Then when the moment is right, jump to get check mate.