Mary Jesusa Villegas


Hiding - Poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas

Not that

everyday

would mean

bad days

Not that

everyday

would mean

troubles,

would mean tragedy,

I have come to the point

where I've cleaned

up the

messes inside

my mind

and I can now

see

clearly.

But I just need to

hide

in a world where

uncertainty

is not my kind of

music

I can't dance

with its beat.

For sure

uncertainty

is always

present

in the world

and you cannot

see me there

because I am

hiding

I always hide

And I'm doing

something

for me to

stop

myself from hiding.

I just need to

create my own

melody

-dignity. So that I am always sure of

myself

surer than uncertainty.

And I don't want

to be hypnotized

by the exhausting, sick

patterns and rhythms of society

of deceit and traps

- in the world of uncertainty.

Not that everyday would mean

bad days

Not that everyday

would mean troubles,

would mean tragedy.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 15, 2012



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