Pen for my dreams

I am in
a war where I
am fighting for
my dream, where
my weapon is a
pen, a pen that
helps me to write
my own history.
I hold my dream
as tightly as
I hold a pen,
a pen that
holds the ink
of my persev-
erance, ink
that no one
can erase. It
is not as sharp
as a sword
but it is more
powerful than
this. A pen
that can write
a thousand of
books, books
that contains
my journey
toward my
dream. Now,
as I wright
with this pen,
may God
guide me
through this
journey, it
will never
run out of ink
and my
dream will
continue as
long as I
don't stop
wri-
ting.
 I once ran in
the very dark
corner of my life,
where there is no
light, place I am
afraid to fight. I
once lived with
cowardness in
my heart, with a fear pushing me not to fight. I told myself that
someday I’m going to walk to the light and touch the smooth
floor of normal life But someone told me where I can find true
light, where all I have to do is to run with my faith, and give up
all the fears that I have. Place, where I can
be finally free
from the darkness
of my life, place
where I can no
longer be alone in
my every fight,
where my only
weapon is my faith.
And now, I will no
longer worry about
the destiny of my
life because my faith
is now bigger and
greater than my fear.