Haiyan

when you came we’re almost prepared, we heard of what you can do
we learned of how strong you were
when you came it was a good day, wrapped in blue and a sunny day
never knew that you will destroy the day
oh what a dismay
you ruined the day and paved no way
dark clouded skies and rustling winds
freezing cold over the frigid place
fear and panic, everyone’s on a race
to survive, and with a question of how to thrive
when they’ve lost enough
living through rough
hungry and thirsty
homeless and barefooted
soaking wet and empty-handed

when you came you didn’t warn us
that more than the strong winds and heavy rains
is the pain that can’t subside
the strife to continue life
the grief of asking why
and the people on a battle cry
when you came you wiped them all
the greatest gifts for all
but what you did was enough
to show us the reality of who is goo and bad
of how is it to be lonely and sad
when everyone is mad
and some remained grateful and glad
for unity was at hand

when you came, many flew in
sincerest sympathy and help were flooded
helping hands and strong ties were driven
overwhelming gratitude from different countrymen
men and women
rich and poor
from different places around the globe
pledged for one move
and that is to lend a hand and improve
thy place of devastation where a single move is a major cure

you showed thee that everyone’s heart is pure
to give some remedy to the poor
of how everyone can be a tool
to fixate something that was doomed
blessed are we, for we found strength
to stand still and mend
the wounds of this storm through your hands
i must commend
we’re one nation, one world
after all

when you came you made us feel hopeless but when you left you showed the power of progress through this people, and to everyone
who’s been battling its way out through the storm

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Letting Go

Maybe it’s the broken piece that holds me back,
It is the same piece that pierced my soul
It is the same piece that left a hole
A hole that was emptied for so long ago
A hole left to be as numb as before
Perhaps it could be the stab at my back
The stab that broke my heart into half
Half, that I can’t rebuild it again
Half that I forgot how to forgive and be forgiven
But who am I to keep this wound
For I know it will heal and I’ll eventually feel good
For nothing is permanent in this cruel world
But to please allow me, to say this words
Pierced or stabbed
Half or whole
I am finally letting you and all this, go