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My Hankie (scribbles in solitude - 11)

21 May 1982

hankie 11

I have been carrying a torch since
I knew I exist
Lighting my own dark path
Daring no one to walk beside me
Sometimes I would trip
Sometimes I would stumble
Sometimes I would see a dead end beyond
Sometimes I would rest
Sometimes I would just sit down and worry
Sometimes I would simply long
for a shoulder to weep on
Sometimes I would look back
Sometimes I would look ahead
Now and then I would see a torch dying
It would scare me … for sometimes, the wind
would blow so hard I would find it
difficult to protect my light
Suddenly, I saw another shadow ahead of me
A larger one that concealed mine
A breath blew my torch out
And I closed my eyes in fright
I realized I was no longer alone
When I looked up,
I saw the sun…and you were beside me
I was about to ask who you were
But you were leaving …
It was even too late to say goodbye …
* emie

Comments

Amei's picture

Hankie 11? U have more to share?

Hi Emie,

How are you? It is lovely post... enjoyed it. I am a bit dazzled these days not knowing how I am getting bye. Hopefully will be able to catch up by end of this weekend.

Just visiting to see how my friends are doing here :-)

Cheers
Amei

Emie Zozobrado's picture

Thanks Amei!

Well, I'm right here ... just bumming at WP - reading testimonies and adding friends when I get a chance. I'm posting old scribbles on my journal, just to let off steam from the past...Actually, I wrote 123 scribbles (in just about 3 months!) out of loneliness and culture shock during my first time in the big city after I finished school. You see, I joined the metropolis in search for a job (and a "better future")... straight out from my beloved mountains! And, oh, what a dense jungle the new world was to me then ... so I scribbled my loneliness, confusion, longings, pains and fears! I told you ... I was stranded in the desert of voicelessness for so long and I know what it is to be there! Take your time ... your heart will find it's way to the keyboard when it's full ...

Always,
Emie Zozobrado

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