MEMORY AND POETRY
Hi, 2021. We've had a wonderful month. I cry but don't regret my life. I am moved. How what is inside me is so strong that it can quickly turn tears into relieved smiles.
I looked back, and again, I smiled. I run around in the broad meadow behind my house. The wind greets my body. I feel my mentality so strong it makes it easy for my body to move wherever I want. I am free.
I promise to give more for this life. I want to see more smiles. I want to feed more children who haven't had enough to eat all this time. We would laugh in the vast meadow, then play traditional games without cell phones.
I promise I will make older people on the streets in the night have perfect blankets, at least for them to wish about a little bit of a good life.
Hey, myself. Thank you for growing this strong. Among the many pains pressed against my chest in the late nights, at last, one strength brought me to smile early in the morning. It is not about us never having been in pain, but about us who have and will always rise again when heavy burdens bring us to our knees.
Dancing on the morning air. No, it's not cold. Warm from within with zeal for lots of hope. I know it is impossible for us to survive without hope.
Dancing on the morning ground. No, it's not cold. It's soothing, connected to something that grows after the rain. The struggle that we do is not in vain. It lingers down there waiting for the right time to grow, or it needs more warm hope and cold loneliness.
The cooking pot rings life. Oil mixed with spices touched with blessed vegetables. There are delicious dishes made with love, from nature that strengthen the roots and bring freshness to every vegetable and fruit. The fruit of life.
At the dinner table there was a blessing, thank you myself for making pain became a pleasure.
On cold blanket that becomes warm with a touch of loneliness. Weird, right? From loneliness, we became stronger. Look at the ceiling of the room. There are stars, maybe. But just imagine there are stars.
Thanks, myself. At the end of the night, we have managed to heal ourselves covered in wounds, perhaps out of hope, maybe out of some disappointment. We need a little disappointment to get stronger.
Red cheeks that warm to a new smile. I know who it is. Thank you for finding us again.
