I was taught that the pen is mightier than the sword,
So I forged my pen as if it was a formidable blade.
Like the ones used by the highlanders,
Each thrust creates metaphors,
similes and alliterations,
Sometimes a bit of analogy and repetition.
paper being my shield it protects my words,
For writers block is a disastrous monster that attacks from every corner.
I don’t fear for my ink spilled thoughts will tear it apart.
Copyright © Xavier Frazer 2016
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