By Megan Delaney
You glide across my page.
Mightier than the sword,
some say.
But how so,
when the sword seems to rule
our lives these days?
How can the pen
accomplish
what they try to with blood?
The words,
the loops
you form to place the words from my mind
on the page.
The words I try to say.
I try to change the world.
I try.
How can these loops and dips
make me cry when I read over the words
formed from you and I?
Just scratches on a page,
but more than that.
You always seem more personal
than clicking away at keys,
because part of me flows through you.
A favorite pen
makes all the difference,
and the words spill out
easier than it seems they can.
Ease my mind
when I turn to you
to get the thoughts out
and share them with the wind.
Mightier than me?
That’s for sure.
I guess I feel stronger when I wield you.
Create a world on the page
and in my mind
and in the minds of others.
Maybe.
You give me power.
Can I wield it the best?
Maybe it’s true,
the sword has nothing on you.