The Point:

I am a pencil worn through 1000 pages of writings,
A knife used for 1000 years,
A book without a twist full plot,
A damp cloth to cover my tears,

I am diabetic drowning in candy,
A fighter punching myself in the face,
A singer without any vocal chords,
A pilot afraid of my flight's pace,

I am a writer without any good grammar,
A Vampire afraid of the dark,
A bomber twitchy to loud sounds,
An archer who can't hit their mark,

Some days I'm pointless,
Sometimes there doesn't seem to be a reason,
But throughout the emotions all around,
You are the sun through the tough seasons.