Nostalgia hit me like a truck,
It wasn't love, sentimental memories, or selflessness,
It was the familiar pit on my stomach,
I let it sink in as it rendered me speechless.
I was immobilized, and it wasn't fleeting,
I felt my breath hitching remembering the feeling,
My chest tightened as I held back tears,
Once again I felt it after what? 2 years?
The same routine of inhaling and exhaling,
Just so I could stop my tears from falling.
It all seemed so familiar yet so new,
Why does it hurt less then but hurt more now?
This pit on my stomach was different,
Yet it reached out to that old encounter,
Despite my heart assuming this was a new chapter,
Yes, this was different.
No, I think it isn't.
Ugh! They contradict!
I never thought my mind would be susceptible for this!
Now, let's maneuver,
Yes, it is the same.
It's the same pit on your stomach--the same pain,
The past is heavier.
Yet at the same time it is different,
For this time you're knowledge is sufficient,
This time you know what to do,
This time you are you.
Refrain from chaos and remain calm.
Choose your pen over the sword.
Now you realize why there was nostalgia,
For that was indeed just a memory.
For now you learned how to set yourself free,
You learned how words can be used without a speaking spree,
You finally realized how you can be free.
Nostalgia hit me like truck,
But I recovered and learned how to fill this pit in my stomach.
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POEMS
PoesieThese is a series of Filipino and English original poems I made to express myself, as well as entertain you. If you happen to come across this and love poems, feel free to read and leave a comment.
