I took a deep breath, and fell right onto my pillow
I said to myself, "People leave, that's what they do."

I breathed deeply, almost panting because of the anxiety creeping on to me.
Abuse, betrayal all of it flashed in front of my eyes.

I breathed deeply, in and out, as the world stood still, right in front of me.

I breathed deeper, consoled myself, things will be fine if not better, this isn't the end.

I breathed deeply, this time holding my chest, as if trying to tell it that all was well.

I breathed deeper, while a tear flowed down my left cheek, it's alright, it's just a difficult week.

I took five more breaths, before telling myself this, "it's okay, and that people leave."

My heart almost spiralled into confusion.

Blaming myself, and then not.

People leave, that's how it's been all these years, it's like my head was in a knot.

I've been bothered by this approach people have in life, "live and forget" as if there's nothing else in sight.

In moments like these, when I can't breathe any further,
I write, and feel,
Because I know,
I'll never be like the others.

⚡️🌧🍁🍂🎄

July was a sweet surprise...half way into August, and the
next fifteen days...proved to be a ghost month....its days,
painted with somber colors, and difficult times, the hours
moved slowest, the sun hesitated to shine this September.
October is uncertain.....definitely, apple pie and cinnamon
scented winds will blow.....November's cheers shall segue
into the last thirty one days of the year....December is the
busiest month, a perfect time to put on hold, sadness and
pain...a frail, fragile joy, dormant as a Rose bush in winter,
shall rest, to breathe again, to bloom again in early Spring.




Sally

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 19, 2020