At that point where nothing else matters,
I heard my name from a distance.
This whisper runs down my spine to say;
“I could be whatsoever I want to be if I believe.”
For then were a condition, and now the situation.
Then was an endless song of eco to the vast horizon.
What if I could fly?
Would that have change the fact that I was born an orphan?
My childhood was ensnared by anger, pain and guilt,
That I rained down course on those that bought me my first breath.
My eyes have seen so many; my mouth couldn’t say pain and anger.
From one tribulation to another, from nothing into little-little,
And back again to the scratch at the domain of emptiness:
A solitude where I wished had never been.
I travelled in grace from place to places, even as a young lad;
Just to get a thing or two to satisfy the enemies in my tommy.
I was cuddled by dirt in winter, protected by nature in springtime.
I only had a place to go; that place where hope led me.
It was that place where a wish never seems to reside.
If I had my way, I would have stolen all the available time.
And be born the time when Michael Jackson was born.
I had been screaming in silence, but no one could see the tears.
What more can a falling tree say if not to call for support.
At long last, I reached a junction were choices were not available.
I stopped breathing even before I jumped off the bridge.
Then, a sound pushed forth into my ears,
Thereafter, an empty whisper said to me;
“What if I don’t die today, would there be another tomorrow?”
Then my tears died out silence of my heart beats.
There has always been tomorrow, but now I could see it clearly.
I open my mouth to draw in air,
Then my heart started pumping one again, even lighter.
I realize that I was a foolish fool.
I had to endure all this while till this moment,
A moment where I assumed that all was lost.
The moment ‘now’ was like the same ‘yesterday’ a day ago.
I crushed down the self for the sake of beliefs in ‘if’.
I threw all hopes out for the sake of others.