Bankruptcy 

Image by Danilo Batista

When I had nothing left to lose,

Then I walked the Earth bare feet 

When I had no spectacle to behold,

Then I witnessed the sky with naked eyes

When I had no complaints to make,

Then I embraced the mercy of God

I had to be a bankrupt,

To be eternally enriched.

Sneak

Her eyes would swell and decompress

Like a balloon left at the mercy of a bored rascal 

She was choked up till her throat 

But there was no way to let it out.

The day moon turned red 

Was the day the whole world looked at it

She had to go on

As subtly as possible

Quietly shedding her skin

Creeping through the poisonous bushes.

Falling this close to the finish line

When I was a child, I participated in a race. Before I could cross the finish line, I fell. I gathered myself and pledged that I’ll never run again.

The fear never left me. Whenever I had to run, I did it half heartedly, told myself that I’m above the race.

That until, I was in one, and I could see the finish line. I could almost touch it, I was this close. A few more steps would have tripped me on the other side. But falling has somewhat become my thing. Ran out of luck just a few steps short of finish line. 

Only this time, I won’t pledge to stop. This time I’ll gather myself and start where I left off. This time I’ll cross the finish line.