nightlight

poems

Loose

to step up and to step away

Be humane

by letting them be.

Be a friend to your mind

by letting go of that hand.

“I think I didn’t do well today.”

The familiar voice which

you heard was the persona

of your prose.

Since then,

I have been running to the One

who can handle a bruised heart.

to step out for a respite

to disremember but not tolerate

Never hand over something delicate

to those who keep dropping their fragile vases.

Clouds

Never disremember the lessons.

Some of them used to be your people.

still missing those late-night drives

Slow days are saccharine

after the tiring days.

Some downpours are heavy.

Some are light

while others are early.

the condition of the heart

the infrequent rains

You know it is going to pour out

when you watch the clouds

but the sunshine doesn’t guarantee 

the absence of weight. 

Sunsets

Why do Sundays

have the most picturesque sunsets?

It is hard to catch the most vivid skies.

That just proves that not every fetching memory

can be capture.

The best days aren’t always

spent with your folks.

The most wonderful people

are those who cause a smile

while you listen to them talk.

Calling their stories to mind

never fails to secure that twinkle.

Nightlight

noticing the moon more often

during daylight

It reminds me of people

who shows up the moment

you are about to burst into tear.

The nightlight glints

the indistinguishable road.

prose

a letter from the present

I have to pinch myself from time to time or else I will overlook my privilege. Even the people in the past didn’t visualize that women will do what we get to do now. So, I would like to remind myself

and the woman of the present.

Most of time I feel lesser because of the prejudice and biases that I experience subtly. Every time I’m drawn to the hardships of my career and my opportunity to lead, what words do I feed myself? I hope it is not self-doubt. I hope it is not the words of the world.

Surely on my own, I will never be good enough. My track record is far from perfection but I get to do what I get to do because the One who called me qualified me.

The hustles in the way are still inevitable. I can’t stop others from being curious and my back story will be like an open book. Those ideas make me totally uncomfortable especially I know not every page of it is worth emulating but a platform was handed to me. The dreams of the people from the past became our reality. I couldn’t be more grateful.

The point is you’re a woman and believe that physical strength isn’t what we need alone. We can be an epitome of level-headedness and grace under pressure. We’re so much more than what can hinder us and it is not because we’re deserving but because we’re not who we used to be.