Herein lies my hope:
That for every flower that withers,
another one blooms within me,
one that will remain
forever fragrant and fresh,
never ever to pass away.
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Hiding
Who can blame me when I sought to dispose of the thorns that kept me from being accepted and loved?
Who can blame me from wearing the mask I wore so I can hide my uniqueness from the world that only knows one face, one virtue, one barren sky?
There was a time that I cursed the curse that lay upon my veins.
Wild spirit chained
Flaming fire quenched over and over
’til it can consume no more
’til it can arise no more
with passions that blaze within my soul…
I’ve cursed my curse
and then I realized –
I’ve also cursed my gift.
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Late for Work
It’s Friday at last. Kinda late for work though. Couldn’t help but enjoy the last few minutes out of bed, those first wonderful moments of the day. Oh, what a sweet morning! And the night’s deep slumber really refreshed me from yesterday’s ordeal at work, haha. Even superheroes need to work after all, don’t they?
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Fallen Petal
A bougainvilla petal has fallen at the back window of the cab I rode this morning. The sight was so simple, even ordinary. But there was something in the delicate freshness of the petal that couldn’t help but delight me. There is joy in the little things, even in a fallen petal.