I'm a poet,I ink with blood,

In the night of starry skies,
Pen bleeds,like the flow of blood;
From the lining of the uterus.

I'm a writer,
I battle with word,and not sword;
I mingle with pen,because it's my bond,
Don't crucify me,cuz I'm not perfect.

I'm a passenger,
In the bus of a reckless driver,
The journey of an unknown destination,
That ends when the hour comes.

I'm a swimmer,
I never drown,cuz I'm the water.
With ends unseen,
And secret unknown.

I'm me,
Even when no one cares,
When all dream seems unachievable,
And everything seems impossible,
The medicine I take is *HOPE*

©Horlawale