Hope

I grew up to seek fame

but it brought me no gain.

Living a life of tales

Led me to blades.

I ended up holding the blade,

And then I became a warrior.

Surviving became my bane,

I sought to change.

But it placed my head on wandering questions,

Like a sad puppy when it cries,

Tears roll down my eyes.

Should I end it? I asked,

Please hang on!

Mind responded vaguely,

Giving me the tiniest piece of hope.

Same I hold on to,

Hoping it'd someday grow and purify my soul.