Writing

With my dream as my armor
And pen as my sword
I become a great warrior
A great war lord

I tackle love
I overcome hate
But soon I must meet
Every writer’s fate

To be stopped by the block
The sword of no use
I hand in my weapon
And call it a truce

I slowly draw my pencil
For one final war
To get back my pen
And tackle some more

I beat down the block
The battle is done
I take one last look
Then turn and run

I’m done with my sword
So, I tuck it safely away
Until another battle
On another day