I am a writer,
no matter what you say.
Words flow from my pen,
like blood flows from my heart.
Inspiration keeps me up till three in the morning,
napkins have became the same as paper.
Words I dare not speak,
are written without hesitation.
Writers block is hell,
and an ink less pen is the devil.
Creativity has it's own mind,
coming and going as it prefers.
Publication is terrifying,
opening my heart to the critical world.
A pen in my hand,
is like a sword in a hero's.
Through words I will change the world,
because that what writers do.
Out of blank paper and pens,
we create.
Please review, but tell me your thought on the ending especially. I added the last two lines right before I published this and I'm not sure if it flows nicely. Originally it was just, "Through words I will change the world,
because that what writers do.", but i wanted to make a complete stanza and I'm not entirely sure if it fits. Also feel free to tell me about any grammar mistakes, they only make me better.
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