In her small box
From the metamorphosis of a caterpillar to a beautiful butterfly, to the transformation of little buds to scented flowers, I myself, considered come from a hidden world that I only lived. A world of an introvert. I was like a sweet pigeon gliding and exploring in the air and being back home to her small box, satisfied by my own self just peeping in a hole. Yes, my world is a small box meant for me alone. I also considered myself a shrinking Mimosa, a kind of plant that once stimulated and felt threatened will shrink and fold its leaves for protection. These are some of the personalities that grew inside of me. A person who had unknown fear in her life preventing her to explore the world,
At school I still possessed this kind of behavior for never I did participate in any school recitation. Surely, my heart would beat so fast, and pray that I would become invisible. These are some of the qualities that were outgrown till I reached my college years. I was the only one single in my circle of friends for no man can approach me in spite of my beauty. They said I was so snobbish and aloof. I never entertained suitors but in my heart, there was this envious feeling toward my friends. Wanting to be like them too.
Then, there comes a point in my life when I had to defend myself and voice out my inner feelings and my screaming thoughts, for no one but only I can do it. This happened after a year of marriage. I was a victim of a marriage failure and infidelity. I hardly spoke to anyone about the agony I am dealing with. I just keep it to myself hiding my physical bruises and mental bruises. An event in my life that changed my whole being, my whole life, and my personality. Then one day the silent dragon woke up . The once shy and timid lady fought for her right and defended the future of her children.
This lady became a strong-willed person. She came out of her box and explore and accept the things around her. She knew now how to protect herself for she is no longer this shrinking Mimosa. There is no more sweet little shy girl inside her for she is now a raging dragon ever ready to devour anyone trying to harm her. But surprisingly, most of the time her sweet shy personality appeared whenever she was alone in her small box trying to regain all her strength and confidence. Yes, she changed and embraced that times, trials, and difficulties in life will definitely change her as a person but still, her innate persona remained in her. Reminding her that her old self will always be her comforting persona in her life.
I am that woman. From a fearful and anxious person becomes a brave and bold. Ready to fight in every battle of my life.
@ Dolo Rez
The Rain is not yet over
The rain is not yet over
The clouds still weeping with tears
Sprinkling waters on dry land
A blessing for dying plants
Trees will soon bear fruits
Sun and rain makes it sweet
Ready to harvest at the right time
The rain is not yet over
Thunder roar in the middle of the day
Lightning flashes in the sky
Raindrops dripping at my windowpane
The clouds still weeping with tears
The majestic sun now rises
Drying the wet grounds once again
At noon there is a drizzle in the air
Sprinkling water on dry land
The sun and rain come together
As the rainbow appears in the sky
Nature answers the calling
A blessing for dying plants
Cascade poetry by
@ Dolo Res a.k.a Dllydee
If I am given a chance to visit and explore one place that is my past life. I wanted to revisit our old house where I was born and grew up. Our small house has no living room, no bedroom, and no comfort room. I also wanted to revisit again the forest where I and my playmates picked fruits then the owner will chase us. I also wanted to revisit my old school and be a timid young student again. I wanted to revisit everything in my past and be in all the places I never got a chance to visit.