A friend of mine posted a photo of the super pink moon and captioned it, “I rise with the moon”. I thought that it would be a great title for a poem. So here goes…
The sun dips in the horizon while the moon is slowly rising
And with it my soul awakens.
The darkness stretches, as do I…
The world would have been blanketed by darkness except the moon was shining bright.
I shine my own smile back to the moon and together, hand in hand, we light up the night sky.
I miss hugging the people that are close to me. Right now, we have to keep our distance.
Even a simple high five has to be avoided.
Once normalcy returns, would you please give me a hug?
Hello earthlings! How’s quarantine (For those placed on quarantine)? Here in Cebu, Philippines, we are now on Enhanced Community Quarantine. Good thing I still get to work from home so I don’t have to worry about going to and from work.
How are things where you are? What do you miss?
Let’s get stuck together from afar
Let’s do our morning routine a bit differently
Let’s stay indoors and enjoy the moment
Let’s do our part to keep each other safe
The world stood still, didn’t it?
It grew quiter
It turned slower too
Maybe it’s trying to heal itself
The moon was big and bright yellow
And around it was a halo.
It kept a watchful eye on me, as I walked that early morning.
Music was the universal language for both of them.
So they let it tell what they could not say outright.
The night fell silent as the moon rose alone
The stars did not come out, they left the moon on its own.
Despite being broken, she pieced together other people’s broken hearts in the hopes that this would heal hers
The waiting was always fine for me
Always thinking it’s all just routine.
But it got me thinking,
“What if one of these days it wouldn’t be routine?
What if all this waiting will cease?”
I wondered this as I sat there
Waiting, like I often do
I often accompany my mom on her check ups. It’s all routine now as it’s been almost 13 years since she was diagnosed. It just got me thinking earlier though that there may come a time when the results would lead to bad news and I wondered what and how I’d react.
Not like any other day because this only comes once every four years.
Something extra for you today
What will it be?
An extra donut, an extra beer
An extra hug for every tear.
An extra ounce of confidence, maybe
Or some extra fries at Jollibee.
However you want to spend it,
May you enjoy each moment.
Yes, I included Jollibee right there. I’m Filipino, it’s pretty much a given 😁