A  Pen

By: Lanie Lei Madiam

( 5th Place, English Feature Writing   

2006 Dvision Schools Press Conference )

          “The pen is mightier than the sword.”

            Does this line ring a bell? Or is it just a familiar mot that you’ve heard many times? Dr. Jose Rizal, the Philippines’ National Hero uttered those mere words more than a century ago when the Spaniards stepped in the Pearl of the Orient Seas. Thus, these words have left marks in the lives of many Filipinos.

            In those words, something stands always corrected. Ergo, it makes it so remarkable.

            Remarkably that, that thing has written so many scribbles in so many ways – may it be beautiful or ugly. Do you know what that thing is?

            Yes, you do. And that’s ME. Yes, it’s me. And i’m known for it. My name spells unique and sweet.  P  E N . See? Very short but there’s something else beyond those letters. You see, I have made history. I was invented by the mischievous mind and playful hands of my own maker. I was brought into this world for a purpose. For little children, I maybe their first instrument or toy in expressing themselves through the illegible markings and doodles they make. For the common people, I maybe used for writing schedules, plans, etc. For professionals, I am of great importance in making structures, decisions, options and even an idea. For architects and artists, I am a drawing and marking tool. For writers, I am a final creator of their thoughts and ideas. For expressive and non-expressive people, there I am an instrument of lexis and sensations. And for everyone left alone in this world, I am a baloney but, truly a great inspiration.

            The great, great forefathers of mankind have used things to express and say anything. In those times, when I was still not born, they use replacements of me. My name hasn’t been jumping in their tiny minds yet. Albeit the spirit inside me has long been born in this world. Only... spelled out differently.

            Sometimes, my name spells risk. It brings out the hatred and anger between two or more innocent hearts. I am something that is so sharp that I get people damp with those red blothches through those words I write. Hence, I am also considered as a messy blot, a dangerous criminal.

            Yet, I am mightier than the sword, for I bloodlessly eradicate those who block both my own and my Lord’s way.

            For all of you, my masters, I am your humble servant. To whatever you please, I will do. But in return, I ask you nothing except that I want you to give me the title,

            “A Piece, Enraging with Nurture of Love”. #

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