[ WP ] The Double Edged Sword ...

My writing. My passion. My weapon. 
 
 Writing is my sword and shield. Writing is both my vehicle of travel from one day to the next, and my refuge from storms of life. Some days the sword cuts me though. The shield is too heavy to bear. My vehicle will not start when I need it most. My refuge has leaks in the roof, and drafts that lurk from the windows. 
 
 I feel like writing is my best weapon to use to defend myself. Eloquent words can cast aside blows from the enemy and lance them through the gut. However, sometimes the same writing fails me when I need it most. At times, my writing cuts me deeply. Sometimes the writing is pleasurable, so very pleasurable. I feel like writing is better than playing video games, better than fine drinks, better than cigarettes, better than making love... Well, not better than making love, but still fantastic. Other times my writing plagues me like diseased teeth. I know that sooner or later it must come out. But the pain is so sharp, and there is no anesthetic. The butcher just pulls and pulls with his pliers until finally the tooth is pulled, and blood pools. It hurts so very much then. Oh does it hurt.
