you are a poet

you are a poet, sister
let not grief come out from your fingers
trust your heart, trust the love that lingers
there lies our futures

solid nodules, malicious nodes
aren't they just names we know?
let them sit yet we lead
and we are the one who clog the bleed

hand in hand we beat this doomed wad
it belongs to brittle heart
not you, cause you are a poet sister
your life is indeed a classy belleslettre

let not anything enervate your pen
till we reach the promising land
where tears and sorrow end
where joy and happiness blend