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When still, there was light,
not one of them was in sight
they hang upside down
certain not to fall on the ground
this very moment, i  hear their wings flap
deep into the night, they won't stop
here, there...they fly...so alive...so brave,
as they emerge  from shielded nests and caves

i feel them...but do they feel me?
i hear them...do they hear me?
i am not too far from their realm
between us stands a concrete wall, high and firm
do they know that at night, like them,  I stay awake?
amassing all the strength i can...to fight the ache?

my own shaded presence weighs over my head like a block
i sail on long rivers of angst and despair, during nights so black...
see, this has made me oblivious, of my fear of the dark

as first light comes...tiny bursts of rays peep, and start to spread
what little dark is left, they rush, then hide from the light they dread
silenced, as sun is upon us...this life of theirs, they never intended
and i, through the day, must appear as a super hero...impenetrable
for the others, see me with strength, unwavering...dependable

i often wonder if my courage is feigned
was this acquired from an avalanche of pain
kept from long ago
that i just couldn't show?
if so, why do i feel at times, that my efforts are in vain?

late, late hours, i gather every drop  of courage
as these sharp-eyed bats in flight, fearlessly crash...as if in outrage.

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Sally

­Copyright August 8, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan