They say the pen is mightier than the sword
So I’ll use my pen to write these words.
I’ll load each word with emotion
until they are full
Full of smiles and tears and laughs
So full they explode
Off the page
As if fired from a gun
The same gun I use
To fire my words.
For so long you were
A victim
To a gun
That fired words that caused damage.
I pray the words fired
From my gun
Do no such damage.
I pray they
Fall softly upon your ears
Like soft rain drops of a spring shower
I pray that you
Never again
Feel the need to bite the bullet
And swallow your words
That are filled with your feelings
For no matter what they hold
I will want to know
What you feel and what fills you.