"A Letter from Poet"

Ink spills onto the page like blood,

As I write my heart out, understood,

Each word a drop of my soul,

A story that only I can unfold.

My pen is my sword, my shield,

A weapon I wield, with every yield,

And with each stroke, I pour my heart,

Into every verse, right from the start.

My words dance across the page,

A melody that never fades,

A symphony of thoughts and dreams,

That rise up like a phoenix from its seams.

And when I write, I feel alive,

As if I'm breathing, for the first time,

My heart beats to the rhythm of my pen,

As I pour out my soul, again and again.

So let these words be my legacy,

My gift to the world, for all to see,

A letter from a poet, filled with love,

A message of hope, from up above.