Trading My Hours



Eight hours spent

infront of my computer

Two more hours

infront of my tv

Another two

infront of faces I do not know

braving my way back home

and finding some spot

inside a tightly-packed train



Which of these hours

were truly mine

which hours

the hours I’d look forward to

when I open my eyes from sleep?





O, that I may spend more hours



walking beneath the pouring rain


I’d give my hours

for some minutes

with which I can look beyond the sky

and catch myself some butterflies



I’d give my minutes

for some seconds

a miniscule moment

in which there’d be a kiss

a song

an eternity

that never fades


profile1Hi, I'm Joyce! If there is anything that's bothering you, or if you just need someone to talk to and pray for you, you can write to me by clicking here YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

"I bare my nakedness to the world that the world may see who I am; not the mask that hides my flaws, not the mask that hides my beauty. I bask in the light and I TAKE OFF THE MASK!"


  1. Daphne Lim October 6, 2008 2:36 pm Reply

    Hi Jocelyn,

    I love your blog header image and the concept of the blog being a spirituality cafe. Keep serving up the nourishing poems and articles!


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