The Pen is a Blessing. The Pen is a Curse.

I bless the page with the pen,
But the pen is a blessing
As it blesses me with expression

The key to the prison gates that house my thoughts
The tongue is weak, it is a slave to impulse
The pen is patient, it sits as you think
Waiting for fate to guide your hand towards it
To navigate the ink across an endless landscape of wonder

To pick up the pen, is to wage war
To fight the demons that no weapon can reach
To access the heart
To enlighten the soul
To give meaning to life
Nothing is more effective

The pen is a blessing