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Vulnerable beyond measure
Locked in the arms of Mister Despair
Who has no plans of leaving me any soon!
I look hither and thither
In search of a weapon
Oh! How powerless I feel.
I halt at my desk
Watch a blank paper summoning me
Whispering words only I could fathom.
I grab a pen in a jiffy
And start scribbling hastily
Emptying all my thoughts and emotions.
With every word that I put on paper
I gather yet another sheet of power
Which finally drives Mister Despair far away!
For me, power is writing. Whenever I write, I feel that I can conquer every demon, be it fear, anxiety, sadness or loneliness. Anne Frank has rightly said "I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn."
Linking this poem to Poems United Midweek Motif ~ Power