I take a pen to sit and write, fumble for words, then proceed,
heart's darkest feelings elevated, make it a point to spell, things taken for granted,
never felt better at the performance, satisfied and relished at the fact pen is mightier than  a sword,
could voice the deepest anxieties never voiced, enjoyed the fact I grew strong each day, many a time things are taken for granted, words and actions just to please oneself,
forgetting the fact life is not a competition, to be brute and insensitive,
but to express, to help and live in harmony,
unleashing this magic wand of writing, I imagine would entrap a few to pause and think, and then move on in their endless journey.