Why I Write

Every week, I get together with some friends to worship the Lord through creative writing. This is a piece I wrote this week. I’m thankful for the opportunity, by the grace of God, to fight my battles through words.

The battles in my mind

Spill out onto the pages

Where I am less like the weak victim

Crouched in the corner of a barren place,

And more like a warrior princess.

My pen is my sword

Which I use to cut off the tentacles

Of the monster that tries

To wrap itself

Around my mind.

I have defense against the darkness.

I am strong and on the winning side.

My armor is gleaming,

My eyes are full of light,

And I am full of fight.

Ink is like a poison, which I use to drown the enemy.

“Stay back!”

I command,

For I CANNOT BE SILENCED.