I have a sword.
My sword is my fountain pen.
It bleeds navy blood.
It is my soldier.
My sailor.
Personal tinker.
Begotten tailor.
Fashionable.
Passionate.
My own redeemer.
I have my own shield.
Feel it.
Green.
Bright.
Protective.
My hands hide behind it.
Safety in numbers.
I can count on my fingers.
If nothing else.
The words of my sword.
And the hold of my shield.
Always my wealth.
Protectors of health.
(c)LIVVI