tomorrow i may think of you
as a blow the candles
on my 33rd year
i am afraid
i may grow old
but not grow up
i wish to celebrate
in honor of my unbirthdays
when i failed
but tried enough
where i learned
to be creative
at peak of incompetence
when i loved again
after being heartbroken
when i dared to ask
the questions
i cannot answer
when i prayed
trusting that someone
shall come to my rescue
let tomorrow come
as a day in my honor
for i humbly invoke
the blessings
that shall nourish
my soul
as i journey onwards
the waves of probabilities
that may bring more strength
as i truly make
myself deserving of
a true love
so in autumn
leaves may fall
and lovers meet again
that may bring unlimited colors
and cover the earth
from the cold
brought by the wind
of indifference
let my footsteps be a
guiding light for the ones
who take my path
as an inspiration
and let me be
the rose, the flower
that shall bloom
in the season of spring
when the gates of change
bring newness
so hands shall stop shaking
let birthdays
be the circle
where friends come
to celebrate
the greatness of being
me
for i blow the candles
to thank all of you
who made me
who i am
1 comment:
hey ate roz! nice blog, great poem! where's the rest? hehe!
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