THAT ONE DAY IN FEBRUARY
2:30 am - the hour when it all ended
The surge of storms that flooded her home,
Thorns grew from words embedded through her bones.
Bones she held together, not a single broken piece.
2:30 am, She cared no more.
Thorns, storms, bones - she stepped out from it all,
Lying on that hospital bed, dust resting in peace.
2:30 am, Eyes that cared no more,
One last look at tears and sadness not her own,
Her one last gaze at the face of death.
-MCRey 03.03.2025-
(In memoriam May Opida Pasion "Ma" 1940-2025))
In the hands of unknown fate,
I walked through hell with faith.
Those miles I wandered off alone,
someone without fail bears a light for me.
I am here, scars bared, embraced—
naked, I have returned.
from, UNKNOWN FATE
