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“I met You during Summer
Tale as old as time —
Will I ever remember,
When my scars won’t bid goodbye?”
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I found myself in the same roof where I am today
But the wrenching waves were all gone.
My breath runs dry
Whenever I had a glint of distress
While tomorrow has not yet began.
In the vineyard of my Master,
My hollow core is being pressed down
Where I used to be shamefaced of the intricate details —
The flaws and blemishes, hiting me like a rock.
And even before they heal,
I always get new ones like the newbies…
Like the tattoos in my eyes
Whenever I cry in my own midnight suns.
I write whenever there’re palettes in my head,
The strokes of my Master
Were the key notes of the melody of my soul.
I was about to die until He crossed the oceans for me!
The script became a masterpiece
Regardless of the broken keys
And the missing lines of the so-random poetries.
Ever changing glow from within,
Busted lights all over my face.
Whew! It was a rough road
But the shadows no longer chase me,
The tides no longer hold me back so I continued sailing.
I tried to pause for a moment;
Resonating the hymn deep within me
As I bite my own lips.
It was so hard to stop
When the ink was the shed blood
Running through my veins —
I am alive; and my breath was more than a sigh.
The audience tells me to keep quiet
But I always hear the sweet small voice
Of my Master who’s behind the draperies
And away from the eyes in grim,
Of the fake faces who make face along side.
I run towards Him
In the hidden corners of my prayer room.
It was the backstage where I hid myself
And found it as a gem, bestowing me revival —
Where I felt so secured and loved the most.
And that’s where I hide my treasures too;
And today, it’s no longer a secret
Between me and my Master.
I opened the door for the world to see
For this is where my soul rests
But not yet the place where I truly belong.
As of now, I won’t abandon this room
Where He break the barriers before my eyes.
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“Today, I remember the stories untold:
The skeletons in my previous closet,
The dry coarse land where I hid my wealth.
I dug so deep but it’s not worth the effort.
Today, I remember You —
I will always remember Your Name.”