Able to cut down, Tear away your voice
With force I mold, Take away your choice
My look can carry, The power to take
My hand controls, A weapon to break
Swift and violent, Gentle and meek
A show of love, But never weak
I may draw blood, With every word
Don’t you know? My pen’s a sword
You may destroy me, Yet it’s in vain
Don’t be fooled, I’ll still remain
With bitter echos, Or triumphant song
A heartfelt desire, Or warrior throng
From limb to limb, You may sever
But I am strong, I will endeavor
I have such faith, In every word
Don’t you know? Pen beats sword!
©In My Hand by SBDMB (MM)
©”In My Hand” Drawn by (SBDMB) MM
