The Might of the Pen

I slept off the pain we endured the night before.
Took our hands to each other and ripped and tore.
Yet I somehow see a light beneath all this blood.
And back to back, we cower at the sign of the flood.

I try new things, don't you dare believe that I dislike you.
You take it slow, I won't dare rush to make your sky blue.
But right now is the time for hands and knees.
As I put my head to the floor and hope to please.

For repayment, you asked me what it took.
I hugged your hands, and only asked for a book.
The deed is done and all should be well for us.
But I still fight my personal war on the eleven bus.

I kept running until backed into a corner most dark.
I quivered in fear at the baying of the wolf pack's bark.
With no other weapon to use against their number's might.
I smiled to myself, took a pen, and began to write.