A Silent Mind
Somewhere in an empty room
A measure of quietude, a certain silence,
the echo of being alone,
Had left me behind thinking.
Tears are coming,
Air is blowing.
And the warmth and cold that's breezing,
I've find myself dreaming.
Time is running so fast.
I was afraid what life could bring.
What should I do?
Perhaps, I'll just hide in the closet.
Suddenly, I have gained courage.
Courage to stand so that I could start to walk.
The distance that I've gone away,
Brings fears to hope that I may stay.
And now I know who I am, where I am and why I'm here.
It's been a long time, but it seems just a while ago.
I have to go back the way where I have to go,
The path of home that I belong to.
A lovely poem indeed. I made this when I was studying at AMA Computer Learning Center in Legazpi. An assignment for our Communication Skills Class. I'm not good at this but you see I did it!(Slightly proud of myself. Oh well, probably my mom or dad wouldn't really appreciate simple accomplishments like this.) This poem has a quite view of what life means to me. Never knew what life could bring then. Challenges I had before was just like a little dust upon my feet and as I grow up, I desperately want it out. I just can't have a load of hardships in life. It was so clear that I barely want all the hugs that I could get. For me, I was all alone. Sometimes I just don't care. Numb?! Tasteless. Cold. Irritated. Even though I was living with my parents, I don't feel like I'm here with them(except when they call me with an insulting intonation of my name). Don't know what to do now, what's next? I admit, as I made the poem, absolutely emotional and yes, my tears were rolling on my cheeks. I could always remember my wrong choices and carelessness. Beyond the silence, it was then I realized that God exists. He lives. He loves me. As I ponder out what's missing, it was Him I had always ignoring. I was longing for my Father's care. I didn't recognize He was with me all the time. And now, I want to make it right. Only by Him, I can.

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