Written on: November 14, 2017
Finished on: May 5, 2018
A collaboration with Texthusiast
Days of hardships and nights of worries.
Love was bestowed upon us even before we were born. Slowly turning, a progress from one of so many stories and behind all those was the need to live, the need to earn.
The will to burn and bath into one's sweat. The courage to take on even in the near debt. The life that is near to threat for everything is a risk, a bet to be exact. Weighting on consequences which is which, the path of a bright future without any glitch.
Within the choices to take are the outcomes being made,
A clash within the struggle of the body from the intentions of the heart,
Sacrifice, a parent's sacrifice meant more than the heaviest ton of gold and the shiniest diamond combined,
For sacrifice, be it done, would it conquer a child's world and fill it with love, love that stays stronger than the leaves that wither,
Flowers that rot,
Soils that break,
A parent's embrace surpasses the cold that crawls within our skin,
Their form of care that combats all the sickness our body has been through,
All their hardwork that made ladders for us just to reach our dreams,
All their guidance, just to make sure we won't lose our way,
Too much is the secret that they keep within but never slipped out of their tongue to the child/ren of theirs For them their child/ren is the star that they'd be wanting to put on the top of the Christmas tree.
An achievement of their child/ren is never too small but always a grand celebration and justified the celebration be, whenever their child steps closer onstage and to each phase of life
As if they vision their child at the peak of their progress,
How high of a feeling it was, so exhilarating that it dives down to a splash,
Where eyes would spill the tears, where the heart would pound relentless, where their whispers depict an end of a chapter,
And a beginning for another. To the people they held their head high and say with their biggest smile that "this/that is my child."
Deep in their soul they add "This/that is my child and forever love I shall give and forever I shall be proud for he/she had been the greatest blessing that I have received and none could ever replace him/her."
BINABASA MO ANG
Words of the Broken and the Lover
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