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Christmas 2019

It’s a rainy Christmas eve tonight here in Cebu, Philippines as a tropical storm has entered our country. It is a cold night but I’m thankful for my family and for the food on our table.

Merry Christmas to those of you who celebrate it and happy holidays to the rest.

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Love Has Never Been Warm To Me

Love has never been warm to me

Its icy cold breath has always been breathing down on me.

Others boast of warm fresh breeze

But I’ve only been able to feel its chills.

Love has given sunshine, smiles, and rainbows to others

But it has only given me a cold shoulder.

Maybe I offended it before.

Maybe it wanted me to do more.

Maybe I could try and break the ice.

Maybe I haven’t been too nice.

Maybe I’m really just afraid

For love to be warm to me.

©Maria Michaela

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Like Ice

Walking down the street on a cold night with you

My hands were cold and I thought yours must be too.

So I took your hand and held it tightly

But I realised almost immediately.

It was not your hands that were cold

It was your heart that was like ice, which I knew I could never hold.

©Maria Michaela

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Cold Coffee

My coffee has gone cold waiting for me.

In this cold morning, my coffee is colder still.

Much like your cold heart

Who left me lying on the cold floor

With my heart held in my cold hands.

And yet, I still drink my bitter cold coffee

As I toast the cold morning air

Remembering that from your coldness

I learned to embrace the warmth of my own sunshine.

©Maria Michaela

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Near Christmas

The lights flicker and glow

The time and the moment pass by slow

I watch the world busy itself

Put myself up on the shelf

I sit with a warm cup of coffee on hand

Looking at this beauty so grand

And then my thoughts drift to you

Wondering if your Christmas would still be blue

It’s near Christmas, I hope you feel the warmth.

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Cold Feet

Cold hands

Cold heart

Maybe we were meant to be apart.

Cold night

Cold soul

Maybe that will ever be all.

Cold space

Cold bed

Not much was really said.

Coldness with a cold stare and a cold feet

Finally admitting defeat.

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Stale

It’s Friday and I should be excited

But I’m up early instead of being asleep

Under the covers of my blanket

Keeping warm from the cold rain

I’m up preparing breakfast

Drinking coffee

Eating stale crackers

To fill my belly.

The warmth of the coffee comforts me

And the staleness of the crackers is somehow welcoming