Candy Reader Poetry: Huli Na Noong Minahal Kita
Isang makapangyarihang salita
Madalas nasasabi pag huli na ang lahat
At ang nakaraan ay 'di na maibabalik pa
Oo, pasensiya sa aking nagawa
Hindi na ako makakaulit pa
Sa akin, ika'y sumuko na
Iyan ang salitang binigkas ko
Habang nagdarasal na ito'y dinggin mo
Sakit ay tinitiis, mata'y lumuluha
Sana pala hindi na nahulog pa
Mga rosas na ibinigay mo ay patay na
Sabi ko, sa emosyon ay 'wag magpapadala
Pagmamahal madalas ay walang naidudulot na maganda
Dalawa lang iyan
Ikaw ang magpapaluha o ikaw ang luhaan
Oo, nabalot ako ng takot
Takot na mahulog pang muli
Dahil noong nahulog ako, sumaya lang akong sandali
Huwag na, ayoko na
Hindi na ako papayag na malinis kong papel
ay malagyan pa ng luha
Luha na hindi ko inakalang ikaw ang dahilan
Ang taong nangako sa akin na kailanma'y hindi ako uuwing luhaan
Pero ayos na
Ayoko nang umiyak
Pagod na ang mga mata ko sa kakaiyak
Katapusan ay di ako nakatitiyak
At hanggang ngayon, oo, puso ko'y patuloy pa din na nabibiyak
Kahit ilang beses ko pang bigyang diin
Na wala na talaga
Kung tayo'y muling magkita gusto kong malaman mong
Nangulila ako sa'yo
Bumalik ka na
Sana bumalik ka pa
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Outdoors Danielle Flestado @artdkf | May 1, 2020 "I miss the outside world. The last time I went outside of our house was on my birthday. We just bought coffee across our village and went back home immediately. This painting made me feel that I'm in a field, just appreciating the beauty of God's creation. Can you imagine the green grass and pink flowers?"
When everything around you suddenly turns dark, the first thing we'd prolly do, as humans, is to find and grab anything that is closest and nearest to us. We'll hold onto them for as long as we can, trying to collect ourselves and gather courage to adjust our eyesights to the pitch black environment that's consuming us minute by minute. And then you'd hear nothing. Your sense of hearing would somehow go off after not seeing anything for quite awhile. You'll let loose. Cry. Panic. You'll be exhausted for fighting your way out. Then just when you're about to stop and give up, you're no longer afraid. There's only this deafening silence and pithole of darkness that's gonna eat you up alive. And surprisingly, you'll make a home out of it.
You'll make a home out of the darkness that when a ray of light suddenly hits you, you'll try to avoid it. You'll try to cover your eyes. You'll try to cover your ears from the voices trying to help you get out of it. You'll try to hide because your mind and body will go against your will to come out and live. Because the darkness that used to scare you, now comforts you in a way you thought has helped you survived life. And you'll try to live. Day by day. In the darkness. Not knowing where to go. Not knowing where to start. Not knowing who is with you. You will try to live until the darkness that once surrounds you is now within you. And everyday, it's gonna be a cycle of subtle torture. But let me tell you a secret. The darkness won't make you whole.
You'll be broken. And in those hair-like cracks, the light will stubbornly fight its way through until it warms you up. Until you realize to check the switch and turn it on. Until you allow other people to help you find your way back in the light. Until you realize you're ready to live in light again. There's a light at the end of this long and dreading tunnel. The only question that matters: will you let them in?
I always thought of life, like a bead where each piece makes it worth sewing together with other piece of beads to make a stronger bond and to create a beautiful result. Today, how do we bond well with different people especially this difficult time? As this day challenges us to a new normal, may we continue to bead along positively with our life.