Sunlight's Death By Joanne Manliclic At Isnare.com Ezine Articles

Sunlight.
Sunlight…
Yes, sunlight…
The one powerful light emerging from the past stillness of the night.
Have you met sunlight?
If you’ll ask me, yes I did.
Sunlight touched my life like a whirlwind,
Fierce, strong, fast…so fast…
I almost forgot myself,
Giving my all,
sacrificed a lot,
almost broke all the ties I’ve had,
ties so important to me…
just for sunlight…

I never mentioned all of this pain,
For I do not want sunlight to bother with my rain,

I made our tie strong and true,
Free from inhibitions and idealism,
Free from culture and realism…

Gut said “stop”. Period.
Heart said “don’t”. Go on.
Who am I to choose?
Who am I to question?
Who am I to doubt HIM? The mighty One above…

My faith serves as my strength.
For I know sunlight won’t come into my life if it weren’t for HIM,
But, somehow, the ONE made me realize,
That this happiness I’ve had with sunlight,
Cannot last forever even though I still believe it would…
Scenes turned left,
And the play stopped abruptly.
Flowers died,
Leaves fell
Soil eroded
Water flooded
Hearts ached
Lives changed.

Tears flowed,
flowed without a ‘sound’ in the middle of the night.
Night was dark
I cannot see sunlight.
I looked and searched my heart,
Sunlight was there,
perched and safe inside my heart.
Thank God…Thank You…

But somehow, I know,
The sunlight inside of me was different now…
Sunlight cannot be the same now…

Morning came,
I feel dead.
Laughter which I naturally possess is now missing.
Where is myself again?
Damn this pain. Damn this heart that felt.

It will be harder for me to pick myself up again.
Again! Yes, again…
I do not know where my fate lies…
But I’m hurting,
hurting so badly.

The reality was vague now,
The ideal and promising tie I had with sunlight before is now gray…
Tears flowed from my cheeks again,
I cannot explain, I cannot accept…
I cannot look, I cannot talk,
I cannot comprehend, I cannot think,
I cannot work, worst…I cannot love…

I’m crushed.
I’m done.
Sooner or later I’ll forever be gone…
This heart of mine that believed, loved and lived,
Broke into pieces,
For it is hard for me to face the fact:

“That sunlight was already dead.
Dead.
Inside of me, sunlight was grasping its death…

Damn!

12:01 AM.
Composed by:
Joanne Chan Manliclic
PY 402

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