Why I Write: My Weapon
June 26, 2013
A whirlwind of thoughts ceaselessly clutter
my mind, building with each emotion, and
destroy confidence with each careless blow.
Overwhelmed by confusion, I wield my
only weapon. I open the flood gates,
allowing all the emotions to drift
downstream and clear the path for the greater
battle. I calm the whirlwind as the lines
gain numbers. The thoughts grow clearer and more
defined. Under the glow of my weapon,
I can now see them for what they truly
are. I can see what they were meant to be.
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