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.
For I CANNOT BE SILENCED.