Chemical imbalances keep me up at night.
Is it only the imbalance that pries at my eyes?
Or is it the internal battle that I can't seem to quench?
My friend is in trouble,
The corrupted have shown their face.
And here I am, suddenly, back at work again.
When she was the one who threw me away and won.
She had friends, I had the truth, but in the business world, she had won.
Once I left, months later, I got a call.
Across the sea, I was. At the beach, I remember.
A co-worker called through social media, they were so excited to tell me about what had happened.
It turns out, I may have lost the battle, but I won the war.
Justice will serve itself but if I allow this threat to conquer, then it will cost my friend what worth she feels that she has.
I can't watch that happen. Not if I can do something about it.
An epiphany makes it clear, I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing this for her and for him.
They're worth more than the corrupted,
For they have not had the chance to choose which path.
If I let this muster, then one path shall close and I will not limit their crossroads.
This is for them because I didn't win in the past for me.
Now, I'm higher than I was then.
And I have more power, to let the world see.
The truth has a fortitude that lies have to build around.
Only so many can try overcome the truth but in the end, they are feeble individually.
The power of the truth pierces through lies.
There need not be a prayer from my lips to know that what I am saying is right.
For what I see and what I hear, and what I know.
Is that I trust my intuition and my intuition says to fight against you.
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April 9, 2019
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Assurgent Construction
PoesíaA poetry collection of an American Filipino. the following expresses his thoughts and emotions as he studies abroad. This is the second book in Culture Distortion.
