I’m a fighter as a writer.

My battle is in words.

On pages in my mind.

Plans milled over until I’m blind.

Unable to see until it’s written.

And I hope the words stick like stones.

Out of my slingshot toward the Goliath’s of this world.

I aim.

Not with words of my own.

The Word.

It is my sword.

Fighting the battles.

of insecurity.

of anger.

of disappointment.

of sadness.

the evils of this earth.

The devil doesn’t win.

Not today.

Not on my battlefield.

I wear my shield of trust.

I walk with my sword everytime I open and read The Word.

This battle was already won.

My battle is in words.

And I fight as I write.