Pen as a Weapon

My pen is mighty like a sword.

The pen is a deadly weapon. It can expose hypocrisy, it can reveal one’s heart, it can rip open a man’s heart with one glance. The pen can open up wisdom from within, can bring forth new understanding from yourself even. Talking to yourself doesn’t cut it, nothing does. The writing tool, pure expression of self, can open doors which otherwise is closed. The pencil can open one’s imagination, and fill one with wonder.

The words on a page define who you are, as a writer. Your very being is exposed to all. Your identity is laid bare, for all to see. An author, a pen is his tool to create art, his masterpiece. He makes a series of words on pages, creating a world of creativity, of passion, of life and all in it. Your soul is spread wide on a table, for people to read, and study, your meanings and your beliefs. Your goals, hopes, dreams, are all found on paper. Your eyes are the window to your soul, but your words are your soul revealed.

Say what you mean, and don’t say anything if you don’t believe it.

I believe if you have the guts to say it, you should have the guts to write it. You think of something, believe it, than share that information with the world. You owe it to yourself, at least as much to the world.