The Day Came

I opened my eyes and suddenly I realized, I was no longer in the ocean. The image of the battlefield was nothing but a memory now. Every afternoon teardrop and sleepless night I no longer see in my rear-view mirror, it’s seems so far behind me. I looked down on my arm, no more bandages, no more wounds, not a single scar in sight. I have healed.

I sat up and looked out the window, I see the leaves, hmmm Autumn. A beautiful ending to the spring flowers that await. I smiled with a ray of the sun warmed my cheek, touched my face ever so softly like a kiss. I fixed my bed and I noticed the sheets were new.

I got off the bed and as soon as my feet touched the floor I felt the bed tremble. Like an old alarm going crazy trying to wake up the that set it. It’s a signal you see, to start your day, to me at that moment it was a sign of a restart to my life. Like a character from any game, you have to die to restart with the hopes of being wiser and getting farther.

I went to the kitchen and emptied the old coffee to make a new one. I grabbed two pieces of sliced bread to toast and waited. The coffee was done, so I poured the coffee on my mug that said donut ever give up. The mug was so me, the corniest puns can make me laugh and the sole reason of it being stupid. It makes me laugh even harder when someone is seriously saying the joke believing it’s funny. Well, funny is subjective after all. Ding! My toasts are done. I put it on a plate. I opened the fridge to grab the coffee creamer and my cream cheese. So I poured cream on my coffee, some sugar and put the mug on the table. I spread out cream cheese on my toast and then I sat down. My morning started.

I finished breakfast. I unplugged my phone, connected it on my speaker and turned on the shower. I brushed my teeth and as the water warmed up, I hopped in the shower. Singing my heart out. Out of the shower and into my towel. I head to my room and got dressed. Check the bus schedule, put on my boots and my jacket. I head out locked the door behind me and walked to the bus stop. I was walking merrily as I was busy putting on my earphones and connecting it with my phone.

I looked up and as soon as my point of view was on that bus stop, everything seemed to flash before my mind but on a time-lapse. From that very busy day, to every single decision, moment after another, and then those mornings, those unbearable mornings. When a box fell off with all the pieces I bottled up, from plotting out a road map, putting on timestamps to each and every turn, to ticking out accomplished tasks. From late nights that somehow made me feel nostalgic to days that seemed longer than usual. From realizing that it was time to tie up loose ends to the very last day when I got my answer. It all went from surviving each and every day without breaking, to picking up the pieces. Then little by little, a step towards this very day.

My layover is done. I got off the bus stop with my unseen wounds still alive and well from the battle. Now on a full ten and completely healed, I’m once again at a bus stop, getting on that restart wiser. Rebuilding each and every day until my road is paved. I still get reminded from time to time but it makes me smile, because I came back from that, even stronger now, wiser and braver.

I see the bus now. I thought this is where it begins, me taking a chance at life with that drive that I always had. That curiosity that has always taken me to depths that I never thought I’d discover. That thirst for knowledge that has made me travel to places I’ve never stepped foot on. I was excited again. The bus finally came and I in my head I whispered to myself:

I’m back baby!

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I just needed a break

I just needed to stop

I just needed the open seas

It has always been about me

I just wanted to recharge

I just wanted to regroup

I just wanted to know

It was never about the strength of the blow

I had more than just a break but a holiday

I had more than just a stop but a layover

I had more than just a glance of the sea but an ocean

I was myself again

I had more than a recharge but a renewal

I had more than a regroup but a rebuild

I had more than just knowledge but wisdom

I gained more than I asked for and I was home

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I Don’t Need Sprinkles All the Time

Funny how things seem when you look back. You know that you haven’t gone that far basing on how much time has passed but a lot has changed. You need a restart after all. What better way to do it than to go back to where your starting point have always been. Not ever forgetting the very first brick you placed as you work your way through. Now you can somehow see yourself more than half-way back to where you were.

I woke up one morning, to an answer I have been waiting for, and all of a sudden it was over. And yet, little did I know it was a chance for a new beginning. After tying up loose ends and burying hatchets. It was for me to realize how much I can carry without faltering. With everything that has happened I can’t help but be excited for the future and what’s to come.

I knew that very moment, I was going to be back a hundred percent. I forgave myself whenever I have one of those days. I was asked why I didn’t even try to fight for it, why I had no reply, nothing. And I said, in my head it was just like me going there saying what I came there for, got a response, then I walked away. I have never felt the need to fill something in me because I was blessed enough to be complete by myself. So with the response that I got, I was fine with it and told myself that it was my cue to exit.

To me there was never a need to fight for anything if it really is for you. I mean some things in life are not really essential if you think about it, it may add something to it, like sprinkles on a cupcake. A cupcake is still a cupcake with or without sprinkles on them. So if you ask me why I didn’t do anything about what I got? Because I don’t really need sprinkles all the time.

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This is My Layover

I haven’t had the pleasure of keying in anything since I got home. Now that I have some time to kill, I thought of jotting down some thoughts that have been lingering my mind for the past few days. Whether it’s because of the jet lag or whatever but it has not left me yet, so. So far, in this year, half-way in nothing has gone my way. And I have followed through my resolution to go with whatever is thrown my way.

I thought for a few days before the flight while packing up, what was this trip for, Lord knows I need these 2 months to accomplish a lot of things. I then came up with, maybe it’s a much needed break to recharge my strength for the remaining months. Maybe it’s for me to stop and smell the roses. Maybe it’s for me to remember my world before my reality now. Maybe it’s to remind myself of who I am. But after hours up in the air, as I looked at my ticket for the next flight, I checked my layover and it dawned on me, this is my layover. Life is taking me somewhere and this is my layover. Like any long-haul flight, the destination is worth the travel, the uncomfortable seats and the tight washroom space. It doesn’t matter the people you encounter on the plane, it doesn’t matter who you’re with, what matters is who you’re getting to. The people waiting for you are the ones who choose you, those who want to see how you are because they really want to know how life is treating you.

Sometimes layovers are memorable too but it’s only what it is, a layover. After all the dashes in life are what matters most. I’m on a long-haul flight to a great destination, or at least to somewhere I love.

-juliet 1835 (Phil.Std Time) 20190715

Lo Siento Mi Corazon

Lo siento mi corazon for I have never given you a voice in my life.  It was never because you were never right but I know I was scared you would be wrong.

Lo siento mi corazon for I treated you as if you would never do me any good.  You always have that burning fire that worried me, that you might be too hasty and I would end up dealing with the aftermath.

Lo siento mi corazon for I never believed in you. I guess a part of me was in denial for I truly know what you’re capable of.  I know your strength and it’s overwhelming that I didn’t want to believe it.

Lo siento mi corazon for I have always made decisions that I never even thought of consulting you.  Some of those decisions I know now that you should have been the one to make the call because it broke you in the end. It broke you too many times.

Lo siento mi corazon for causing you your darkest hours.  It must have been hard waking up one day and everything was in total chaos but you had to walk through it.

Lo siento mi corazon for watching you bleed.  I heard you say do something, but that was beyond me.  I knew then no matter how much I would try to stop the bleeding, I can’t.

Lo siento mi corazon for when I finally made you take over and call the shots, it was already the final battle.

Lo siento mi corazon for shutting you out all the time.  I don’t mean to, I guess I have been so overly protective of breaking you, I broke you even harder each time.

Lo siento mi corazon for being stubborn.  I never meant for us to be on opposite sides of anything, but that’s what ends up happening every time.

Lo siento mi corazon for always putting you last.  And because I truly know your strength, I abused it and went to battles that ended up hurting you so bad and left you healing on your own.   Which you have always done ever so gracefully that I got used to it.

Lo siento mi corazon I never wanted you to lose.  But maybe it’s meant to be that way for you to see some things come to light. It may have shown me how strong and brave you are while showing you also that it’s time to let go.

Lo siento mi corazon for blaming you for our 3-days darkness, the clean slate heartbreak and the finale.  I know you should have been the first one I asked forgiveness from, but instead I put you on trial.

Lo siento mi corazon, no lo haré de nuevo.

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Otrera

Barritus!

Slowly walking, taking careful steps while looking around. In a completely different ground, familiar place but with an entirely new scenery. Or maybe I changed, or maybe as my wounds have healed, my old goggles have shattered and now I can see clearly. What role each character had to play in the story leading to that final battle. I moved forward by retracing my steps.

Barritus!

As I moved along, I have noticed I was getting better. No arms, no shield, no armour. Just old bandages that I take off along the way.  I reached in my pocket, I found a hairtie, put my hair up like I always do.  I stepped on a puddle, a clear one.  I glanced at my reflection and saw that I looked like myself again.  I am awake and on a full ten.  My eyes sharp, my mind clear, I had my battle face on.  I have bounced back, stronger, wiser but calmer.  I noticed I have no battle gear and if I have learned anything from the last battle, I don’t need one.  That’s the new warrior that I have become.  I smiled and kept walking.

Barritus!

I saw flowers from a distance, as I was heading towards it, I realized they were tulips, my favourite.  I looked at them, beautiful and of various colours.  I pondered on how I have always loved them, from the outside mysterious as if it has been keeping a secret but once opened, you realize it has been showing you its entirety all along.  I heard something, a sound of an arrow in flight and hit a mark.  I went on to search it.  I saw a tree, I walk towards it and then saw the arrow pierced through its trunk with a note.

On the note it said:

You thought it was easy for Me that morning you were looking up to Me with those big brown eyes that I remember picking each hue Myself.  You thought it wasn’t painful for Me trying to catch each and every tear falling down those cheeks that I sculpted Myself.  You thought it didn’t hurt when I heard you say it’s so early in the morning over and over. Not even a sign of any trembling on that voice but the tears kept coming.  You thought it meant nothing to Me when I was the one who watched you not taking a single bite, not a drop of water all day.  I allowed all that to happen because I want you to discover how much stronger you are than you think.  You are one of Mine, not everyone is.

I smiled and nodded.  My Commander-in-chief knows me so well.  I felt a kind of peace that’s indescribable.  That’s when I knew I did good, I did it right.  I never knew how long I have carried it that when the weight was lifted as if everything that’s heavy has left me.  I knew then, a battle is up ahead.  But I fully embrace what will come, learning from what was before as I work on it today.  To run without my armour accelerates my speed.  To fight with no shield is nothing but liberating.  To go to battle without my weapons is my opportunity to test my ability, as a general, as a warrior, as a foot soldier.  Obey as commanded in full surrender of His orders.  All of that I bring to battle with me and no one can take it away.

Barritus!

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This Is My Stop

I was walking on a dirt road and finally a bus. I looked back one last time on the shattered pieces of that haunted house I just battled in and then a last glance at the one I recovered in. I was on my way. I stepped on the bus and picked a seat. Then it began. As I looked out the window, I would see beautiful scenery but my mind was still in that dark old house. My thoughts were still all about the battle, the recovery and everything else in between. All that has happened kept playing in my head. I would fall asleep as I tire myself from thinking and feeling. Then a stop request, someone was getting off. I looked out the window, I saw the soldier looking at me. I thought maybe it was a mistake. Then again on the next stop. Then I wondered, I was on my way, the battle was over he already won, what was he doing. It happened more times than I thought. But I was tired. I thought that battle concluded everything. Brought things to finality. So the bus went on, we crossed to another province. I never saw the soldier again. I saw some familiar faces get on and off the bus and as time went on things slowly went back to normal. I was feeling great and excited to see what is ahead. Confused with where this bus is taking me really, but I embrace the challenges of unplanned days ahead.

When I entered that old house, I was armed and able, a general I pride myself as, but when I walked out I realized I am just another foot soldier, no matter the stars, no matter the stripes. I am not in charge of the plan, my mission is to play my part for a bigger purpose.

I saw an old notebook that had grocery lists written in the pages. Then I flipped and flipped hoping for a blank one, well half of the notebook was. I could not find a pen. I tried to borrow one but they were also using it or they do not have one. So I thought maybe at the next long stop I would be able to get one. Bus went on. Then that next stop came. I saw a convenience store, and I chuckled to myself thinking, how convenient. As I was about to go in, I saw a man walking out with a pen on his hand, he hopped on his car and left. I was delighted because then I knew they sold pens. As soon as I walked in the store, my heart sank when I saw the lady drop the empty box of pens. Then I saw these numbers on the box. I tried my luck and asked the lady anyway if she had any more, and then she said the guy bought the last one. I thought to myself I cannot believe I just saw the very last pen leave. I glanced at the clock, I saw those numbers again. I just said thanks then I left the store.

Went back on the bus, still with no pen, I tried to look under my seat and saw the bus number which were the same ones as the box and time. I started to read the grocery list, and from time and again I would come across those numbers. I just closed the notebook, put it in my pocket and looked out the window. at the next stop, there was someone who came in and for some reason, I was drawn to his boots as he came in and I saw what I thought was a pen. I got excited and before the driver drove off, I picked it up and sat back down. Then I immediately tried to see if it worked, I realized it was a mechanical pencil. There was no lead in it. I was a little bit frustrated and then I looked at the pencil and saw those numbers again. I then tried to rack my brain of what it meant, it had to mean something for me to be seeing it as I was looking for a pen. And suddenly, I remembered, I gave my pen to my Commander-in-chief. As I was looking for a new one in an attempt to plan out what I was to do next or where I would go. I no longer have it, or would I want it back, I am in complete submission to whatever He will write and how He will write the rest of my story.

I dozed off unintentionally, I dreamt of the soldier. I woke up a mess. I pondered why do I feel like this, I have been alright post-war so far. So I told myself that maybe there are just going to be days like these, where I am simply not okay. But then I thought I want to do something about this and stop everything. I started to think all of it over. I have always ended up hurting every time and what can I do to make this stop. I have to decide. I saw a stop sign. That is when I figured it out, I will just stop. I will stop hurting, I will stop thinking, I will just stop. Stop thinking with the hypotheticals, stop with what could have been and concentrate on what is to make way to what will be. So I put everything that happened on a time line and came up with a reality out of it. Some things may not have made sense but I thought it may have not for now, but maybe someday I will see. I sorted things out and saw how it all happened, once I had a grasp of the reality I was presented with in the process, I knew what I had to do, accept it. Hard as it was for I was playing tug of war with my stubborn heart, but I had to be firm about it. She has to see that it is for her own good. Once I had everything set, I felt good.

I finally pressed the stop request. After all, the biggest losses in our lives give us the best lessons, provide us with brilliant wisdom to carry forward. I may have lost that one but my story is not over. I waited and when the bus stopped, I left the notebook, the pencil with no lead, I left everything, and got off the bus. Took a deep breath as the bus drove off, I remembered that I had baggages with me when I got on the bus, and that is when I realized I really did leave everything. I was not meant to take them with me, I am at peace. I looked to my right and saw the bus stop sign. Then I thought This is my stop.

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Luna

When days are tough that all you can do is write. And write everything that you can with anything you have left. When days are unbearable that all you can do is play a tune. And you play as instensely as you can with the pieces that’s left of your broken soul. When days are showered with stones thrown at you, filled with all of life’s atrocities. And you stop. You just close your eyes, breathe in with all your might and breathe out all of your frustrations hoping for the burden to get lighter. But it doesn’t.

When you no longer pay attention to the moon because you know very well there will come a time it will leave. But it does, you think of it, that maybe you should have given it even just a gaze that it deserves, for it might have always left but it does come back. At least you know from the get-go how it is, never will it leave you doubting because it always comes back. Maybe it left because it got right in between 2 things that matters to it the most, enough for it to be torn apart. Maybe it was never really because it wants to leave but what it has on its hand is far greater than it can bear. But you never really loved it enough to find out. You just immediately thought the worst of the moon. Because you know what it’s capable of. But hasn’t it ever occured to you that maybe, it’s as unstable as the tides when there’s a storm because you never cared enough to calm it down? When will it ever stop being about its phases?

Not all who have super powers use everything that they have, whether a villain or a super hero. Sometimes, the fear or the intimidation towards them are not because of what they are doing but of what they are capable of. Sometimes people birth monsters in their own heads.

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It’s Just One of Those

Mornings that as soon as you open your eyes everything already seemed wrong

The kind that you know every hour is going to feel long

Those mornings that your mind says get up

The ones that you just want to lay there and want the time to stop

Days that you can’t wait to end

You put on the brightest smile just to blend

Nothing feels right

But you’re trying with all your might

Finally dusk, the day is almost over

When every single part of you feels weaker as the night gets closer

You feel proud to have done what you should

But even that didn’t change your mood

Those nights you get ready for bed

Then you lay there with thoughts in your head

You try to pray, you want to pray but only tears are coming out

Even though you want to shout

You let it all out, tears are prayers too, people say

You’re happy with your life but sometimes you are just not okay

Everything including this, too shall pass, I suppose

But you’re not okay, not tonight, because it’s just one of those

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I’m Up

Such a cliche to write something on the first day of the year but so what?  I have decided not to pray for anything this year, and it’s because of what I went through the past year but let’s stop talking about last year for a second or the year before that or the one before, it’s not doing us any good.  For me, no more regrets, everything I ever did and said, I stand by it.  I will not wish for this year to be all good or to be better than the ones before, I will let it be how it should.  Not that I’m hoping for it to be all bad, but whether good things happen or otherwise, I will face it.  For the good times give us memories to look back on and the bad times makes us hopeful about the year to come.  No longer do I guard my heart, I will let her handle situations that she needs to deal with on her own for if I have learned anything in the last year, it’s how much her strength is.  But one thing I’ll make sure of, I will make the good times more fun than they already are and the bad times funny, for at least not only have you gained lesson(s) for life but a story to tell.  I have some bumps and bruises from last year’s battle but going in the new one, I will wear the scars like badges of honour I have earned from that fight.  I have everything and everyone that I need, but I can make room for more.

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