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A Poem about Myself

Strucked in a four-corner room
Sipping from a coffee made by Mom
Trying to reminisce all the memories that remained
I just dont know How can I bear from the flashback's pain

At the age of One year old, a vivid memory that I still remember
My dad had took a video of me playing piano with the song "Twinkle twinkle star"
"How I wonder what you are"
While singing with my Mom even my pronunciation was still dull

At the age of two, I learned How to eat all by myself
No need for ang guidance
My grandma even told me that whenever they couldnt Find me and tried to look for me,
They always Found me in the corner of a room, eating silently.

At the age of three, I started going to School
Couldnt behave myself because I'm so hyper
Got even addicted to Blues Clues, Barbie, Barney and Telettubies
And whenever I act behave in School, my grandma would but me an ice cream

Even at a Young age, I always gaze and already got fascinated with the universe
Like on How the celestial brings sparkle every night
How the moon gives light and it follows me wherever I go
And How the planets differ from each other

Then I believed to that we are all made up of stardusts
I may not have a divine beauty, stars may dont dwell in my eyes
And my dearh may not also be majestic supernova
But someday, I know someone Will see Beyond my imperfections
And Will unfold every fabric of galaxy within me

At the age of six, I learned to install software
And games or applications needed for a computer
I helped my dad to fix and sell those computers too
And my dad would treat me a frappe in Starbucks
Or just watch a movie with me in a cinema

At the age of seven, I learned the Spanish language
It's just the effect of the boredom to me that's why I studied it
And I'm also not allowed to play games that Shows violence
If not educational games, I play board games that requires thinking too.

I'm also just Young when I started bleeding through words
When pain makes me and my soul tired too much
Making me drown in the deep Ocean of unknown
And when crying was the only thing I could do

It was then I found out that I could make an art
And realized that I'm a writer which makes an art that is bad for the heart
Considering it as a gift that makes a masterpiece from a life-shattering event
And I can make a golf out of a broken heart
While seeing the beauty of a tear Escaping from the eyes

It came to my heart and soul
That I want to play with words and to get flow with the verses
And to dive into the world of imagination and creation,
Writing becomes my soul
Words entered in my heart
Creativity chooses me as it runs in my blood

An unexpected person also came into my life
Teaching me a lot of lessons cannot be forgotten
Words were not enough to describe what I Felt with him
He became my muse, while I became the One who writes
He was always the subject of my literary pieces
From horror and mystery genres, to Romance and humour genres.
Indeed, writer's words is the Elixir of immortality

In my teen-age years, I also learned How to play flute
Then also Player piccolo after a year
It's amazing How music speaks when words fail to express
As it speaks feelings and emotions that sounds Even better

And as I grow old, I learned so much lot of things
That loving yourself is so important
Because when you know yourself better
No One can drag you down

I learned to be brave
Face my fears
Fight like a warrior in a battle
And when you got tired, learn to rest and not to quit
Because warriors dont give up

I also learned to keep silent
Because it's just nonsense to explain your side
When everyone around you have already judged you
And already got their own perspective about you

I may be paradox
Have too much complexity
Some may see me as something enigmatic
One thing I know for sure, I'm a masterpiece
That is still just a work-in-progress
And whatever happens
Dum spiro, spero.

s.c.m