(reposting an old poem)


Next to my cup of hot bitter coffee
my bowl has a cone
an avalanche of heartache cereals;

~ a plate of ~
peppered uncertainties omelet
beckons, to be gulped and wiped out,

but, alas,
i feel already stuffed
i can no longer swallow;
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i decided to skip breakfast.


Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

Yes, I have been through hard times.

I have struggled to find myself.
To find who I really am.
Was it just I alone
or is there someone else
out there, who had a hard time finding who you are?

Who we are.

We may have some time in life struggle
to find peace,
understanding,
and contentment.

Sleepless nights and ghosted days to answer the question,
Am I living someone’s Shadow?
What is life really about?

I believe that one way or another that we bought,
things, with hopes to make us happy.

And just like trying to reload the chrome page
without the Internet,
it failed to connect.

It failed to give us an answer to this empty feeling.

Like Mono to Stereo
that's how paths
change.

And like the Ocean;
sometimes calm,
sometimes weak,
in the blink of an
eye, a tempest.

That's how Love is.

I cry.
You smile.
We each taste
Love in
different ways.

It is true that I
only lived for you.
I only thirsted for
your love.

In doing so, you got
the best of me.
And I lost myself.

I forgot that I

too, needed love.

I forgot how beautiful
I am.

I forgot me.

It’s so strange
that you can love
someone and lose
yourself at the same
time.

Loose your singularity

It’s so strange
that we will change
and adjust, for that
someone.

For love?

But as I did
I couldn't bear it anymore,
I was becoming me.

Loving you I lacked
everthing.
Loving me I lacked
nothing.

Loving me, might be
harder than loving
someone else.
However,

I’m the one I should love in this world
Me, who shines, my precious soul
Now I finally realize, so I love me
Though I may lack some things, I’m so beautiful.