Nameless Grief

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Why is it hard to accept,
the death of a child?

Is it because…

When you lose your husband,
you’re a widow;

When you lose you wife,
you’re a widower;

When you lose you parents,
you’re an orphan;

But when you lose a child,
what will you become?

04.01.2016
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DISCLAIMER: My dear friend Vijaya of StrangeLander 2015  shared to my two beautiful pieces with almost the same words as this poem:

“A wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. There is no word for a parent who loses a child. That’s how awful the loss is.”

― Jay Neugeboren, An Orphan’s Tale

and

“Brenda: You know what I find interesting? If you lose a spouse, you’re called a widow, or a widower. If you’re a child and you lose your parents, then you’re an orphan. But what’s the word to describe a parent who loses a child? I guess that’s just too fucking awful to even have a name.”

As a writer, I always try to honour intellectual properties mostly words from someone’s mind. I personally haven’t read these two lovely pieces but we somehow shared the same theme, a parent’s loss, hence we share almost the same words.

For my part, this poem is written and inspired by the story by the death of Courageous Caitie. She is a 3-year old Filipina who has been diagnosed with a very rare type of blood cancer. Her family flew from the Philippines to Singapore to have a concrete diagnosis, as no local doctors were able to identify her illness.

I actually posted about her death here. So there. No plagiarism, no bad intention was intended when I wrote and posted this piece.

God bless everyone.

Have Your Ever

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Have you ever felt like a cold stone diving into a chilling tears-made ocean but no one’s noticing?

Have you ever felt like a tight-tied tongue begging to spit words that stung?

Have your ever felt like a hollow shell slowly sinking in sand but no one’s seeing its fading, waving hand?

Have you ever felt like a dried leaf flying helplessly without any chance of rescue from its mother tree?

Have you ever felt like a rain cloud begging to burst all its water because it felt too heavy but it has to bear it until its the right time to bid adieu?

I think I do.

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Tell Me, Again*

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*An impromptu collaboration with the writer who can make paint a smile (sometimes a cringe) in my face, Jade of Jade M. Wong. Give your reading heart and mind a treat by visiting her blog. 🙂

Tell Me, Again*

Can you hold my heart?
Or you’ll just break it in parts?
Please let me know.

I hope you’ll say
You’ll love me every day
Please let me know.

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Thank you for continuing this little poem, Jade.

Cheers to more collab? 🙂

Word-High July: Welcome!

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July is right on our door steps and it’ll enter with Word-High July! Maria of Doodles and Scribbles and I are more than excited to read your takes on the 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.

To welcome you all, let me introduce everyone to everyone (okay, I am not sure if I made any sense. :D). Hmm.

Here are the lovely bloggers who conveyed their interest in joining Word-High July:

WELCOME EVERYONE! 😀

Before you hop on here are the five easy steps to join Word-High July:

  1. Write or create a post inspired or about the Filipino word prompts.
  2. A post can be anything. A poem, a fiction, a six-word tale, or even a photo. It’s all up to you.
  3. Linkback/create a pingback to this post: Word-High July 30 Beautiful Filipino Words. Here is a quick tutorial on how to do a pingback.
  4. Tag your post with WordHighJuly, so your co-bloggers will be able to read/see your take on the prompt. Here’s how you create tags.
  5. Most important of all, read and comment to your blogger friends (old and new found, we’ll never know).😉

HOP ON and let’s all GET WORD-HIGH this JULY!

From Darkness*

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*A collaboration with my new-found pen-partner, Josslyn Turner of A Life In Transition.

From Darkness

Stumbling, catching breath
Through forest of black
Where dreams are scarce
Breakaway from the static

Searching, seeking light
‘tween trees like beasts
Death seething in the gloom
Catching souls that wilt

Struggling, fighting for purpose
Escape from the lingering shadows
Where regrets are abundant
The light above awaits

Climbing, rushing towards light
Away from a thousand broken promises
Inside the brightness of heaven
Beating heart’s now even.

Following the whispers of the wind
Toward a life anew
Heaven can wait another day
My time is here and now.

Photo Credit: Ariel Ophelia