Life, something to precious to be wasted.

Giving you a blessing or a poisonous fruit to be tasted.

Through it, it crafts your beliefs and your emotions,

testing you, every action, every motion.

Undergoing many failures and moments of glory,

I soon wanted to share those moments in the form of a story.

Stories of all of my victories and all of my sorrows

that will inspire the spirit to be strong, not hollow.

Still, I felt that these stories told though speak

gave them no impact and made them weak.

So, I picked up my pen, and used it in a way

that crafted flowing art and lyrical word play.

With the pen as my weapon, writing on paper was not the only goal,

but to also find the words that will pierce the very soul

of anyone who picks up my work and decides to read,

which will hopefully unlock the cage and set their minds and spirits free.

With the pen as my blade, I made words flow like my tears

and gave them strength that will inspire anyone to face fear.

Teaching them that even being alone, cold, in the dark,

you carry the spirits of many in your heart.

With the pen as my sword, I teach them to have the power of will

even if crawling on the ground deathly ill.

I will always remind them that life,

should never be ended with a self implanted knife.

I teach them to live as an armored knight,

and to never through down the sword, without a fight.

I teach that life moves quickly, so move with haste,

but always gain valor and wisdom, don't let it go to waste.

That is how I tell my stories now since then,

even when I die, I'll still be gripping the pen.