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The Song of a Mountaineer

A walking mask I am,.

playing my charade.

Showing a happy facade

though bitter tears I shed.

A walking mask I am,.

and insecurities I hid

And I.,. broken, broken, ever broken…

Down my lonely crib

But,.. the cold I hate

and silence I fear

And I .. afraid,. so damn afraid.,

to lose my self dear.

So..  I whip the wind

and cuddle the sun

and meet new friends

to strip naked the guise that I am.

Ang Hapait Ko’ng Handurawan

Usa ka adlaw
ako nakakaplag
ug mayang samaran
nga misteryosong nasalaag.

Sa akong nataran
siya nagpabilin
ug sa hataas na panahon
ang samad gipaalim.

Ug sa wala ko damha
usa ka adlaw niana
iyang gikapakapa
ang mga pako niya.

Ug sa diha-diha
ang maya milupad
ug sa bag-ong kalipay
siya nakakaplag.

ang maya mibiya
sa wala'y pagpananghid
...kahilom
...kasakit!

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Ihilak ko nalang
ang hapait ko'ng sugilanon
itago, kalimtan
ug sa dayon ililong.

kay kini dili angay
nga mahisulat ug matitik
palaon, ilikay
nga sa utok mapatik.

KARON

Batia ang kainit
sa matag gininhawa.
Ang pinitik sa dughan,
sa hilom paminawa.

Gaksa ang matag halog.
Kantaha ang kada awit.
Sayawa ang mga duyog,
sa maanindot nga dalit.

Busga ang mga mata
sa hilabihang kaanyag.
Pahimusli samtang
naa pa ang kahayag.

Kay unya sa kalit–
kahilom…
kabugnaw…
kangitngit..

A Letter from the Future

You are not broken. You are just lost in your own vastness.You may sometimes feel like gasping for air. It is because you are drowned in your own depths. And you may hate the constant discomfort of not being able to understand yourself. Dear self—it is because you are too huge to comprehend.

DEAR YOUNG SELF,

Right now, my heart is bleeding upon seeing you hurt, discontented, unhappy. You don’t deserve to be in that state but you badly need to feel bad about everything to know how lovely it is to feel so desolate sometimes.

Let me make things clear to you my dear young self. –You are not broken. You are just lost in your own vastness.You may sometimes feel like gasping for air. It is because you are drowned in your own depths. And you may hate the constant discomfort of not being able to understand yourself. Dear self—it is because you are too huge to comprehend. And your confused state right now helps you discover yourself better. Just journey with the unwanted feelings and they will show you your potentials.

Trust me—you are worth more than all that there are in the world. Stop adoring others; instead, deify your own self. Don’t shrink into the dust. You are bigger than your flaws. Whisper to your own ears the praises you deprive yourself of and which you generously give to others. Do not devalue your existence. There is more to you than just a heavy heart, broken smile and silent tears. Shake insecurities off your skin.Wear confidence instead and you will dazzle.You are beautiful.You are loved.

Be free like how naturally the eastern horizon gives birth to that magical light. Laugh without holding back.Free yourself from the prison you once adore because beyond your comfort zone lies your soul.It is the time of your life. You are young and there is so much promise in you. Your youthful vigor will soon die out. You will soon age.  And like a naphthalene ball, the chances of you getting the happiness you deserve will soon vanish into thin air just right in front of your very eyes making you weep at night.Do not sacrifice your youth over things that make you feel old and miserable. Walk your way towards the realization of who you envisioned yourself to be.

If you can get through the rough seas forty years from now, you will finally meet me although I know you will hesitate. And I’ll give you something that you are dying to get from the people who matter to you but can’t—a very tight hug. I will meet you here but don’t hurry. Take your time.Don’t shun the fun. Be happy. Live!

Love,

YOUR SILVER-HAIRED SELF