#WritcoPoemPrompt75

I travelled and faces challenges,
The infinite thinking mind,
As for the pen only the ink,
The book turned into a magic.

They treat me badly,
But they didn't see the bullet I have,
I grabbed the pen,
Straightened and found myself,
People said I'm wasting time.

The sun rose without denying,
It dawned on me with great joy,
I became a poet laureate,
As for Avbob Poetry, it gave me hope,
Hope to be a hero.

I bowed my head in hope,
The hope that I waited for,
I have waited for a year to achieve,
I saw the hope that made me.


© Author Brian Makara