November: the month I write
the story of silence and power.
In the beginning, it's easy.
Memory loss and muteness lead the way
to betrayals and violence.
Words planted, row on row.
The heroine rushes
to crush the reign of terror.
No time for Thanksgiving. Must write.
No time for classes, friends,
Netflix binges. I
must write on and prevail.
My eyes droop but my heart pounds
and she rushes into battle: victory will be won.
One last harvest and the story will be complete.
Meanwhile, carpal tunnel,
each day growing more pain.
BINABASA MO ANG
Poems for the Soul
PoetryRandom Poems I have written throughout my life....and just so everyone is clear, I ain't a poem writer ^.^
