Written by Elyssa Vernadette R. Marcadejas Image taken by Jeremy R. Edera
What do you desire?
In this world of misplaced feelings,
Which do you seek?
The beginning, or the end?
The sun, or the rain?
The bloomed, or the withered?
The relief, or the pain?
The wounds, or the scars?
I seek light amid this darkness,
the endless cycle of misery
I'm tired of being tired,
that I forgot the clear sight,
unblocked by tears
So, I picked beginning, for a clean slate,
The sun, for a newfound light,
Bloomed, for a sense of purpose,
Relief, for an underlying comfort,
and wounds, for immense but swift pain.
I pursued hope.
But she picked the opposite.
For the end is the start of beginning,
the rain draws out a rainbow,
some are withered before they bloom,
pain is soothed by relief,
and scars are trophies from healed wounds.
Hope emerges from sorrows.
This is the right path for what I’ve longed for.
The path of tearful nights,
unending regrets,
and repeating anguish.
The path to being worthy,
of true happiness.
She knows this, for she is I, tomorrow.
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