In the middle of uncertainties, I stand.
A girl with wants and hazy plans.
Yearning to succeed with a sense of ability,
and show to people a sense of versatility.
Withal, the pressure to know, to have it all planned,
leaves the overwhelming feelings hard to withstand.
I say, "To strive is to live so better to survive".
Anyhow, what catalyst will make me drive?
I roam my eyes to the obscurity of time,
where my future is, concealed from a mountain to climb.
The weight of expectations is too heavy to hump,
framing me to wonders and just sit awhile and slump.
With each passing day, I seeks my way,
talking to prayers, "I see nothing but gray".
Feeling so lost, with no clear path in eyes,
talking to prayers, "Help me find my way as You are the wise".
Living with no sense of direction,
Living with no sense of greatest selection.
Yet, I want the best for me,
That's why I am leaving these all to the greatest He.
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Tulang Handog
PoesiaA compilation of short tagalog or english poems about anything. P.S the poems are not related with each other. Not yet proofread
