calendar leaves

One year ago I dived into another job, left the comfort of the four corners of a white room filled with the smell of fresh news and sweet scent of deadline sweats. With closed fists and shut eyes, I took a leap away from comfort to embrace the unknown new.

Now here we go again.

My soul sifts the autumn’s apple fume slowly succumbing to the mint breeze of winter. My bare feet moving inch per inch towards another cliff too stiff for me to see the bottom cloaked in dead black pitch. My ears can hear the soft crackles of January crackers and a faint love song of June’s giggling sea.

Dry calendar leaves
falling with each dusk and dawn.
Brave breaths ebb and flow.

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For dVerse Haibun Monday – Transitions.

O v e r f l o w

In Psychology they say,
the glass will be half empty
or half full based on
how you see it,

on my way home
late last night,
I paused a minute
to look up
to the hundreds
of the stars I can see,
and the thousands more
I cannot see.

For some reasons
they reminded me
of the many things that stains
my heart with melancholy,
and the much more things
unknown to me
that should paint me happy.

So I choose
to start my journey
to discovering
each unchartered joys
life has hidden for me.

I’m sure the glass
will not only be full,

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Happy Monday, everybody! 🙂

Word-High July: Halakhak



The unforgiving day
has worn me out.

With sulky soul
I entered and heard
the loud laughter
of mom and dad,
followed by
the giggles of
my little lasses and lad.

I went in
and was welcomed
by their warm smiles.

My worn out soul
was revived.
My lungs breathe again.

I am home.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: BuzzFeed, Unsplash

In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 28 – Halakhak.

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After My Demons Win

I let my demons win.
I let my soul forget
the love you bring.
I let envy reign in me.
I let insecurity
flood within me.
I let frustrations
erase Your actions.
I let my selfishness
blur my visions.

Almost an hour inside
my self-imposed asylum,
after I let depression
poison me like helium,
I run to You,
read Your words, my rescue.

You speak to my soul,
to my heart broken and tainted.
You softly whispered
“Bloom where you’re planted.”
You also added:

Yet true godliness with contentment is itself great wealth.

1 Timothy 6:6

My tired eyes begun
to well-up again,
with You I know my demons
will now be in vain.

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My depressed post early this week may came as a surprise to most of you. I have killed a lot it this blog (I am guilty.) and have posted several depressing stories but NEVER in my personal posts. Until, that one.

I am naturally a blissful, optimistic person but the turn out of events last week have broken the leash I put around my inner demons. So they went out.

It was just almost an hour of depression inside our bathroom. After that I read my Daily Bread and He has spoken. His words made me better.

And.. yours too. From my heart please know your encouragement, your concern, your love held my spirits up again. ❤ Thank you so much Vijaya, PJ, Mandi, Judy, Dajena, Kay, Christopher, my M, Mel and Maria. You are all blessings. ❤


Blessed at 24

24 years

of Your faithfulness.

288 months

of life’s both blessings and mess.

8,760 days

or even more,

I will sing

of your praise,

until that day

when my soul to You will soar.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Indulgy

DAY 50 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today, I am grateful for the life that God has given me.

At exactly 12:05 PM today, I’ll officially turn 24. 🙂

My heart’s full of gratefulness for the years that have passed.

And it is full of hope for more years my life will last.


First Forever

First princess

for them, that’s me.

First forever

that’s them, for me.

I am a champion

among millions of racers.

They are conquerors

of life’s stumbling glaciers.

I am a dreamer

chasing high goals.

They’re the cheerleaders

who pushes me to brawl.

I will marry and

have family someday.

But surely they will be

with me all the way.

Because, first princess

for them, that’s me.

And first forever

that’s them, for me.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Amaris

DAY 49 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today, the penultimate day of my 50-day series, I am grateful for the two persons who are responsible for my existence, my dearest Tatay and Nanay.

Their lives are my life’s greatest answered prayer.