Thunder struck, melted to the core

A bond that lasts longer than any muck fire

Even when aspiration is bound to expire

Together, we’ll remain

two wounded soldiers at war

I AM those
SECRETS,
you don't want to
BE TOLD,
I AM the
FEAR,
keeping you from
BEING BOLD.
I AM the
THORN,
that's in
YOUR SIDE
I am the
DECEIVER,
that has taken you
FOR A RIDE,
I AM the
COMPASS,
That'll be your
GUIDE,
If you get
LOST,
then may a
ROAD MAP PROVIDE.
I AM the
"NO!!!"
to your
UNANSWERED DREAMS,
I AM the
ANGRY
to your
BEING MEAN
I AM the
DARKNESS
of the
DARKENED NIGHTS,
THE SUN WILL
BREAK THROUGH
giving you
PLEASURE and DELIGHT,
I AM the
HAPPY
in your
SAD,
When you AWAKEN form this
NIGHTMARE,
Then you will
BE GLAD.
I AM THE
FRUSTRATIONS
THAT HAS RUINED
YOUR DAY, but
HERE COMES
SATISFACTION
TO CLEAR THE WAY


HEY, ARE YOU STILL HAVING THOSE NIGHTMARES???


WHAT NIGHTMARES?????


B.R.
Date; 8/21/2024

Roused by its touch,
a brush of cold air
on my whole being;
am now taking in
the cold 4am air, as
the eyes struggle to
a still dark horizon.

Yet, it's already brimming
with a series of breaths.

It is automatic,
this habit of taking in
each morning's freshness
by the window...by the door,
inhaling its serenity,
slowly extricating
the soreness,
the brokenness of days past,
lingering still, invading still
a most precious solitude.

The atmosphere, already
is filled with a variety
of breaths: of faith, of hope,
of silent prayers, and
of endless gratitude.

The fragrance of dawn
blends
with raw anticipation,
bits of uncertainty,
and not to forget
the most welcome aroma
of hot coffee,
as a new day kicks off.


sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
August 9, 2024/6:56 PM