Oh Mighty Pen

Oh mighty pen, how like a sword
You pierce the heart and draw forth blood.
And yet your wound it does not kill
But lays the soul of truth out bare
With words that rend and heal and tear.
Upon your edge the soul reflects
All inner vision forced to face.
No armor can withstand the blow
That slashing through its shield strikes deep,
Its hidden treasure held to keep.
Your steely length it reaches far
To war with sharpest subtlety
Deceptions of the hidden kind.
The lies we tell ourselves inside
To light are brought and cannot hide
©Sonja Torres 1997
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