when I am a poet

I am strong that I can support the world on my chest
I am weak that I bow at your feet,
I am the mother, the friend, the wife…and the enemy
I am that which can raise a storm in my cradle,
and am also an innocent victim

I am that which you will despise,
and that which you cannot face
I am that you fear
and am that you will enslave

I am the sun - the brave warrior
and the moon – his charming and seductive mistress
I have the entire of the desert's silence within me
I am wet with the sea of tears

I am the world…
I was conceived in vaccum,
I am nothing, I was just a cell –
Yet I am everything – when I am a poet