Pen is mightier than the sword

Pen is mightier than the sword. They say. Hmmm is that now?

The times when it became the sword to protect me from the demons inside me.
The times when it became the pepper spray to protect me from the demons outside me

The times when it served as an extra piece of sanitary pad during my heavy period days to save me from the stains that was caused inside me.

The times when it became a bandaid to cover me up from the stains that was caused by someone else outside me.

The times when it was the small folded piece of paper to support my unbalanced balcony chair. The balcony I spent the lonely evenings gazing at the sky. Balcony chair saviour.

The times when it was that one loose screw that tipped me off the stool when I was reaching the dupatta hanging in the ceiling fan.

The times when it turned into my middle finger that stood tall like a manhood to help myself in nights of loneliness.
The times when it became my middle finger to show to a man to protect my womanhood.

The times when it became the secret hideout in my big fluffy pillow.
The times when it let me become the pillow for someone else’s hideout.

The times when it became the warm soft gooey chocolate cake on days when humans gave up.
The times when it became the human I shared the warm soft gooey chocolate cake with.

The times when it let me believe in miracles when i failed to believe in myself.
The times when it let me BE the miracle for somebody else to believe in themselves.

For all the times when it stood by me.
For all the times when it stood for me.
For all the times when it stood as me.
What would I do without u my darling?
Why would I do anything without u my darling?
My pen.
My writing.
My darling.

– Sharada