Is This How It Should Be?

 

I lost myself in love, 

surrendered every inch of me 

to someone who never cared enough

to see the beauty I could be.

 

I thought I knew what love was 

but it was only an illusion. 

A fleeting feeling 

an empty buzz that left me with confusion

 

I gave and gave and gave 

but never received in kind

I thought I could be brave 

and leave the past behind

 

But every time I tried to leave, 

the pull of love was strong

And I was back again, 

to the same place where I didn't belong

 

I lost my sense of self 

in the pursuit of someone else's heart

I put my dreams on a shelf 

and watched them slowly fall apart

 

I thought love was supposed to heal 

but it only left me broken

And every time I tried to feel, 

I found that love was just a token

 

A token of affection 

that meant nothing in the end

A mere fleeting connection 

that I couldn't even comprehend

 

So here I am, lost and alone 

with nothing but memories to hold

I wish I could have known 

that loving wasn't worth the toll

 

But still, I can't help but wonder, 

if I'll ever find my way out 

of the spell that I'm under

And step into the light of a brand new day.

Am I Worthy?

Sometimes I feel so small and weak,

As if I'm not enough, not meant to speak.

My worth feels lost, like it's out of reach,

And my confidence wavers with every speech.

I compare myself to others, and I fall short,

My insecurities take hold and become a sort

Of heavy weight, dragging me down,

I wonder if my worth can ever be found.

The world seems to demand so much,

And I struggle to keep up, to keep in touch,

With who I am, with what I want,

As if I'm always playing a game that's taunt.

But I know that I'm not alone,

That others feel this way, in their own zone.

And though it's hard to see my own light,

I know it's there, shining bright.

So I'll take a deep breath, and let it out,

And remind myself what I'm all about.

I'll focus on my strengths, my unique flair,

And remind myself that I'm worthy, that I'm there.

BULONG NG ISIP (WHISPER IN MIND)

 

Nagtatanong ba ang iyong isip habang ika’y nakatulala?

Kung ano ang sorpresa ng bawat umaga?

Nais mong sumaya ngayon sa kung anong meron ka?

Ngunit sagot ng isip ay karapat dapat ka ba?

 

Nadudurog ba ang iyong puso habang ika'y nakatulala?

sa kahapong pakiwari mo'y tuso’t mapanlamang

Isip mo'y ika'y nagkulang ngunit ang bawat araw ay sadyang magkakaiba lamang

At iyong napagtanto binigay mo’y sapat naman pala, padududa ay dapat walang puwang

 

Nararamdaman mo pa ba ang pagasa habang ika'y nakatulala?

Dahil dilat pa ang mga mata at papalapit na ang bukas

Sa bawat tunog ng pag ikot ng kamay ng orasan, dalangin moy tumigil muna ang oras

Nang sa gayon makapaghanda ng wagas at may magagamit na lakas

Paano ang bukas, ang tanong ng isip sa isat isa

Maari bang balikan ang kahapon

at nang maitama ang mga maling lumipas na

o sadya bang nakatakda ang bawat panahon

 

Nakatanaw sa malayo ngunit walang nakikita

Tila bang bulag na dapat mangapa ngapa

Walang maisip kundi maging tulala

Nararapat kayang mamahinga muna?