Some Crumbs of Love
SOME CRUMBS OF LOVE
Five feet one inch tall that I am
Young adult I am at twenty-nine this year
Wearing a contagious smile that outshines the sun they say
Constantly been walking and walking on weeds and rocks
where only I have are my dreams and the love I experienced...
Hundreds of faces challenge my phase, my grace
Ah! so many times, I fall, crumbling down to my knees,
hugging my pillow to release some rolling tears for fears
so many times, I keep quiet for rumbling roars of criticisms
where they... they pierced sharp my peace and my heart,
I tried to utter my stand... hoping they may understand--
but no! No! No! All they said is I'll land nowhere...
Mistakes. Failures. Wrong decisions.
Yes, they all smeared my individuality,
they painted blues and grays to my personality,
but hey! hey! Haven't we all experience such?
I thank God I didn't commit murder nor steal dignity.
I thank God to Him I confess. I admit.
And more, I didn't give up instead I am trying. I am changing.
I refused to remain stagnant despite you pulling me down.
Weaknesses I have but I didn't let them kick me nor smash me.
I have a BIG, BIG GOD who watches over me
never ever letting me go,
always faithful, loving and unchanging...
To the times you verbally abused me,
He showered me with people who tell me otherwise.
Don't you know it pains me that we are like this,
I came home having you in mind to get closer with,
though eversince, eversince, I always strive to please you,
I long for you to atleast ask how I am doing
I long for you to notice me-- not only when I do mistakes but also to boost me
I long for you to hold and hug me and tell me: "it's going to be alright"
but then again, all I heard from you is the constant replay of my mistakes.
Didn't you see I effort twice, thrice to redeem myself?
I thank God He balances things for me.
I thank God He is restoring me.
I love you despite what you are doing to me,
I owe my life to you---
for you carried me nine months,
we shared the same blood, same oxygen, same food then...
I am fervently praying that please, please Mama, see me more.
Kindly please see me more...
Please see how I have become over all those failures I have,
if there have been disobedience, I am so sorry
The past, can we forget and let go of them?
I so want to start anew.
And please, please Mama, spare me...
Spare me crumbs of your respect, faith and love...
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Moods - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Name - Silent One
~2nd place~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
6:23 pm, 11, 2015
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