Dawn & Dusk

I use words as weapons
To slash this paper
So something else can feel
The storms I have weathered

I use words as tools
To mould this inner man
To build a new foundation
Made of rock, not of sand

I use words as drumsticks
My heart, the deep, thudding drum
The rhythm shows my passion
The bass acts as war summons

I use words as paintbrushes
The scenery, my heart
I use words as lampposts
To light up this dark

I use words as a smoke signal
To show that I need help
I use words as excavators
To uncover my inner wealth

I used words as a crutch
To help me get back up
I will use words as a banner
To tell of all God has done