• Duty


    I betrayed my heart again
    By taking for granted what kept
    My body from fading away.
    I found a mirror, took a photograph
    Of myself sleepless from pain,
    Endangered by drowning dreams
    With nothing to confess to my reflection.
    My face, gaunt and pale with sadness,
    Knew something in me will die
    Though it was not yet time to say goodbye.
    It was my duty to survive
    In a strange room haunted by typhoons,
    In a coast at the mystifying edge
    Of my country’s memory, at home with the sea.
    I returned from dying to life again
    To those who have no fear of kindness:
    Grateful for warm sunlight, smell of coming rain
    Grateful for reasons to keep remembering.
    I returned to brightness
    To those who charted my homecoming:
    Grateful for the tears and laughter
    Grateful for finding ourselves again.


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