+ The Five Spirits Poem by Jordan Legaspi

The five spirits



I have the eyes
yet I can't see me
the physical blindness- my spiritual darkness

I have the ears
yet I can't hear me
the cry from within- the freedom of identity

I have the nose
yet I can't smell me
the body eaten by lust- poverty of holiness

I have the tongue
yet I can't taste sweetness in life
the fate bitterly nailed me- dying everyday

I have the hands
yet can't lift a finger to help me
the fatal death- like a living dead