Breaks That Made Me Whole Poem by Edgar Andrade Baguio

Awaken in the middle of the darkest day
I knew then that I broke-up with my host
Sensing the gestures of stars in dismay
As if to govern the shadow of my post

Reaching the 18th floor, warned the caretaker
Of my inevitable breakaway mood in silence
Contemplating the stillness of the raker
Enduring the pains with pure resillence

With those, I am whole again and tauntings
To be whole again to be broken off in time
From the trivial teasings of lad beatings
Yet whole again to unite with heart sublime

With that, necessitates stronger arms ahead
Prepared for greater breaks but lighter sheaves
Which break hard the traditions of the dead
Quenching our freed souls with autumn leaves