She was crazy, they thought in their minds,
She was out of her mind;
She was diagnosed,
And she’s bipolar.
Some use the word for jokes,
But she’s no joke.
Some use to boast their person,
But she needs medication.
Separated from her husband,
Ended up like her mom,
Left with two daughters,
Starving and abandoned.
Had arguments with his relatives,
Forced to retire to her first home.
Thinking to start anew,
Her kids suffered from luxury to poverty.
Then her symptoms started to show,
Shocking people who she knew,
Alarming the people around her,
Worrying the people who she asked for help.
She would cry and talk at that,
Unabling one to sleep but to stew.
She would promise to help,
Aftermath, one helping her stead.
Hoped that she’ll surrender it all
To the One who heals,
That she need not people,
But she needed God who she should ask for help.
Now, she reconciled with her husband,
And she atained more flesh and muscles.
She indulged herself into business,
And her kids, little by little, started to know the language.
BINABASA MO ANG
Mga Tula (Poems)
PoetryMga Tula is a bunch of poems compiled and made by my vague mind. Some of these compilation of poems were taken from the stories I made. There are also poems made by my cousins and also, poems made by myself. So please, beware of dog. Ay este. Words...
