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It was the edgy step I'd taken with a burning purpose to follow, Delphinus welcomed the first hug, Trembling when I set foot into the great gate of Maroon and golden yellow.
Walking the pocket full of perseverance, Ensembles and wrapped up with the unknown and innocence, Courageously swum into the stranger's faces of oceans.
My shaky hands and the crowded places, Sweaty silence of sheepishness was packed with blazing inspirations, In a room of shoaling and schooling fishes.
I saw other dreamers had the same fin, Swimming into the hustle and bustle with the color of their dreams Through the madness of thick and thin.
Since then, I started burning midnight oils turning into a nocturnal, On serene nights with my empty cup, Holding a quill and a page together in front of the calendar.
In my cave and crib of dreams, Lighting the torch with the sweetest and most cheerful empyrean, And somehow, beating a dead horse-like inside that four-cornered room of mint green.
Before I was introduced to the corroded steel in my mind, I studied the keels and images, Painted in proud cerulean To lead me away from the waves and rusty cages of mine.
Indeed after the story of luminosity, I started blurring my visions that I never planned to be. She came with a kind of ethereal, Her wands and kindness grant the wishes like in a fairytale.
Dolphins danced in high spirits and carefree, Putting smiles and colors on the corals and the sea. Whereas, I lost my thoughts and my objectives sadly.
And there, I found the constellations, especially Orion. I continued gazing up with gratitude where I witnessed the flickering sleepless nights away from solitude.
One starless sad night, I was endowed with words of sigh, They are my kinds of flamming light in fear and atermoiement. Eight years I was there in silence Losing all my contemporaries and scent.
I craved for the gleaming stars, Until the moon painted itself from afar. Shapes of happiness kept me wishing with the Lar. I almost quit but I've already gone too far.
So I began to squeeze my brain's meet, Hanging out with cream papers and inks. I'm not a pen pusher, on the other side of it, I'm not a 3:00 AM poet, I'm just a shitty piece of drunk writing His name on a sheet.
Days, months, and years of yearning, All I had was my family and Him. I thought He was upset with me. Yet, I never lost my grip for I trusted Him tenaciously - The one and only, God Almighty.
Felt like in that circle, I was forever stranded, I even thought I would end up with nothing. I heard a loud tease that made me feel comfortable being taunted. I just acted the "Fake it, 'til you make it", thing.
And by some means, I have seen a growing silver lining. Mizzling hopes poked my heart and felt like running. Running out as a child, into an open field because for the first time, it's snowing.
Thank God, I found my light back, My tenacity, motivation, determination, and luck. I worked hard to save my empty cup and soon tossed my glossy maroon and golden yellow cap.
On the brighter side of this poetry, I'm so thankful as well for my ever-found coterie. From LGL to BFG and upgraded with The OMG! Still blessed and grateful for having them as my second family.
The calmness of the year 2020 was terrific, I celebrated my Red Letter Day in March that's so fantastic, Yet with just a blink, it was cluttered and messed up by the wrath of the COVID-19 pandemic.
Sorrowful and downhearted. I mourned the great souls who passed away from crestfallen moment. The lonely hush of the airport and the silent hum of empty streets in despondent.
As for the maroon and golden yellow. Yes, I finished without the flying colors. Even though I haven't tossed my cap into the air or marched with a joyful affair. Still, I was, and my family's proud too for sure.
I viewed and listened to my name being called. The most wondrous and swell sound I've ever heard. I kept playing repeatedly for my name was mentioned out of this world.
Somehow in my life, I made myself proud and prominent enough. At last, I poured from an empty cup into a golden goblet despite the heaviness and a puff.
