Spindle of Anima

Give me a shelter to interpret these feelings

A locus where my brain could redeem the shackles of its echoes

Domination of intrigues try to play on my guile

I wish someone could fathom the grains of these ambiguities

Pardon for the perplexity which occured beyond my capacity

Half of my soul was hijacked by delusion

Trapped by the dreams which yet ever attained

Commute in the same rotation, my hope never sustained

I owe too many words and drama

Hey anima

You let yourself churned in silence

Your guts are not equal to the enthusiasm which soar

Being a fiction hermit in my own kingdom

Shall I amused by the potion of devil's words

Seems like I take a journey on a ferris wheel or a spin on merry go round

Which having the same tracks but serve a distinct point of view

A Mother's Ears

It's been fourteen months, since I hear you

I heard your first scream that suddenly stalled

Nervous voices whispered beyond the room, where I got stitches

Fears burst gently, but finally fade along with your second cries

Upon my chest, I heard you breathed

I heard your first thirst which was the signal of your hunger

I heard the tiny beat which caressed the surface of my skin

The rhythm raced with mine, and connecting our soul

My happiness still yet satisfied 

The doctor came to prevent you went home

The levels of bacteria in your blood remained high

For the first time, I heard a crack within my core

In one morning, after our morning walk routine

Not as usual, I heard you were voiceless, but your hands were shaking

I turned your face toward me, white eyes and blue lips was your answer 

You had your first seizure, I heard nothing, but shattered 

Today, I heard you giggle

Your tiny steps echoing your strength, fulfilling the room of my faith

It's been forteen months, since I hear you

I hear a new hope, I see the new you