Running Out of Ink

I kept having a problem, 

so I changed how I think.

I’m a writer,-

I don’t mind,

running out of ink!

(Why?!)

It means I jotted, drew,

wrote down, or blacked out,-

truths, fears, and follies,

thoughts, faults, and sins,-

I admit what I’ve done.

I place them in poems, books, 

and short stories,

each and every-

all of them.

Fulfilled running out,-

it reminds me I’m alive.

My heart bleeds through

the point of my ink-pen.

Losing by running out;

having a life vs. living it.