Revive
RC Amor R. Vagilidad
Her mere presence broke the foreboding darkness barricading the freedom to where she left me. The time where confusion made the night fog thick and the unholy aura dispersed is when everything started. I am where to nowhere, alone in a labyrinth never told. But I was held into deep slumber, and your loss becomes clearer everyday, and every night. The nightfall reminisces the day you held my hands, in the awkwardness of everything. And it led me to you, the maze was never too cruel, as it was you I was finding.
You’re still the mere presence, loved and beautiful that I just can’t leave. But you left… in the awkwardness of the night. You are the clear sight of my dimmed night. The doom where drums began their cadence, heard throughout the adversity of loneliness, is when everything ended. But the light of the day never ceases. For the drums can be heard once more, in the music of hope…
Now I understand, why ‘the revive’ is never too far… ‘The revive’ is within me. I and you, to find ourselves together inside a puzzle of awkwardness, and you’ll be loved.
Now I understand the mere thing I once cannot… that I’ve loved you from the very start of the maze.
Disperse
(A Reply to Revive)
Maxinne Marie B. Sentina
It was my mere presence that left you – just my presence, never my song. Perhaps you were lost, searching for a hand to lead you out of the labyrinth you put yourself in. I could have been the one, but I could not. How can I? I was in that labyrinth as well, and you would only go halfway to nowhere if I held your hand, in the awkwardness of everything. It was the time when all there was left for me to see was a mist of perplexity.
There were things that I could not escape from. My fate was clear. One day I’d leave; my presence would only taint the ground you stand on; one day the world will see that this was not where I should belong.
I know, as I can feel through the regale of your music and your words, I am loved. But I had to leave. The nightfall had come at last, it became the twilight of this awkwardness. I left you my song, I left you my light. Nonetheless, your sight has dimmed. When the drums of solitude began to cadence with the fading of the music you played, everything ended.
But you should not cease to listen to the beat, for when daybreak comes, your music shall be heard again, the drums of hope remain.
I, too, now understand what I once cannot. You’ve loved my presence from the very start of the maze. Just my presence. You did not hear my song.
You will understand, my “disperse” is your “revive”. And when you find it within you, you know you are loved.
© Maxinne Marie
March 17, 2008. 12:00 AM.
Inspiration strikes again. And no, I did not write this based on true personal emotions. RC, by the way, is my uncle (who just happens to be a year older than me) and also my best friend, and classmate. I love his writings and it’s the second time that I’ve been inspired to write a “reply” to his prose poem. I was able to come up with this by putting myself in the shoes of the girl to whom he dedicated his “Revive” piece.
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After class this afternoon, I went to Robinsons, met up with my childhood best friend Jcile, and we watched Jumper starring the gorgeous Hayden Christensen with Rachel Bilson, Jamie Bell, and Samuel L. Jackson.
