POETRY

Here are two of the poems I wrote during the time that I thought my Dad was dying…

 

"FEAR OF LOSING HIM"

By: Majalita Ihla A. Corvite

 

There was a stage in my life when I hated this guy so much. Never understanding why he kept on standing by my side even if I rejected him so many times. Easily getting irritated, I shut him out of my life. But when I opened the door in my heart after sometime…. I saw him there, standing, still waiting for me to accept him again. Realizing he is someone useful, I let him hang out for a while. Call me user-friendly. Fine! But what could I do? He would never let go!

The hatred I felt for him came from petty misunderstandings that bundled up making a boulder to separate us. Eventhough we were literally close to one another, still the gap is there, strongly restraining the force to keep us together again. I know he loves me so much and that he never stopped caring but maybe it's just that we had different goals, views and priorities. Or maybe, our hearts and minds do not jive because he is older. Until…

Yesterday, out of the blue, the guy asked me out. Seeing, nothing wrong by coming, I agreed. When we were dinning, he held my hand and solemnly said, " My heart is already blocked". Unable to think of something smart to say, a nod was all I did.

Usually, people perceive me as someone who is strong, straightforward and always on the go to fight for what I think is right regardless of whom I deal with. Unfortunately, what others do not know is that, oftentimes I hide behind a mask that serves as a facade to conceal the pain inside.

As we parted, he never knew how I feel, if I care, and if I'm sad knowing that his heart condition is extremely delicate. The doctor once said, he is like a walking bomb ready to explode anytime, anywhere.

Later that night, I could not sleep; his words kept ringing in my ears. Images of his death flashed before me. Scared as I was, I cried for I have come to realize that I love my DAD so much and I never want to let him go.

 

ALL BUT A DREAM

By: Majalita Ihla A. Corvite

Amidst, the boisterous crowd I feel so lonely

People laughing, talking, and loudly singing

Unaware of mixed emotions churning up inside me

Why can't they sense what I'm feeling?

 

Here comes that haunting shadow again

I know I must hide, but where?

It is coming nearer and scaringly starin'

Suddenly, right beside me, it's there

 

Screaming and running, my heart is wildly beating

"What's happening?", I heard someone asking

"Help!" at the top of my lungs, squeakingly shouting

Then suddenly opening my eyes… I was dreaming?!!!!