My father wanted
Me to become a doctor
So I could heal with medicine
But I chose the path of a writer
So I could heal with my pen
Any wounded soul
Or so I could prick a heartless fool
My father wanted
Me to become a doctor
So I could heal with medicine
But I chose the path of a writer
So I could heal with my pen
Any wounded soul
Or so I could prick a heartless fool
Very inspiring little poem
I like you using ‘healing’ in two complete different cases…
Thank you Daphne!
I like the pricking part.
such powerful is the pen [words]
Thank you mon amie!
The pen is mightier than the sword, they say. 
But my poor pen is still blunt, needs to be sharpened more. 
Just the right choice, Elyas. And that has made all the difference (Robert Frost). Yes, being a wirter gives you more power – to heal the wounded and at the same time to prick the heartless.