B+

Poem

My blood type is B+.

My name means flower.

I’ve failed countless times.

Refused to be trapped, I bloomed.

Hit from all directions.

Smashed all over.

Gathered every ounce of me, stood up again.

And yet again.

Heartbreaks flooded.

I try to stay strong. It’s for my precious eight little ones.

Trying to fight tears while they stare perplexed.

You see, it’s not about the storms.

In the end, it’s about who you are.

There is no alternative for me.

But to fly with high colors Of positivity

Because that’s the gasoline, I run on.