Word or Sword
When all was lost and friends strode by
Refusing to look me in the eye,
I found a companion, a lifelong friend
In something as simple as paper and pen.
They bullied me and made me sad
But my eternal friend erased all that,
With two simple strokes all pain was gone
I took a deep breath and decided to move on.
Poetry keeps me from going insane,
In a world filled with people
Docked in accessories toe to brain,
Believing they are better-off
Not even bothering to learn my name.
With words drawn out like a sword,
I’ll prove to them who has more worth;
An eternal book that touches hearts
Is much more priceless than one plush scarf.
With poetry I can be free
Their chains, sharp words mean nothing
To me.