Last year,
september was dressed with fears
angsty, was october,
november, cold, with a longing to be back
december showed a lively palette of colors,
yet worked with
january, in facing moments of truth...

last sunday started beautiful...but it turned horrible
as explosions took some lives, and injured many...

yesterday, monday was a lovely...cool day,
brimming with apprehension, but
the end of the day was pink-happy, with content
i met some true friends

today, tuesday, is another day to face
tons of things to do and to finish
...but i am looking forward to twilight,
when i recall today's events...

days and nights are a potpourri of yellows
and grays...of accomplishments, and failures
of expectations...fulfilling...and frustrating...
we try to forget...but they are indelible
they persist, they echo back,
.
just like,
my pixie cut brownish hair...the dye,
persist...pushed further down by
undeniable years...manifested by the gray
blending below, with the true color of my hair...

...c'est la vie....

Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
    January 29, 2019

Sometimes,

Being strong is lonely
Happiness is obligation
Love is slavery.

Being alone is freedom
Tears are relieving
Hatred is bravery.

Nights are beautiful
Nights are intimate
Warm sun stings in the eye

Falling is freeing
Falling is beginning
Earthy land against the dusty sky

Stars, with their borrowed light,
Are more hopeful
Than the moon and all of the nigh

Than all of people
Than you
And I