aira olayvar

Rookie (September 18,1984 / Placer, Surigao Del Norte)

“the Hidden Talents” - Poem by aira olayvar

Long before it has almost been forgotten,
In the world of words where I used to play,
In the roads of imaginations where I used to wander,
Where the unseen brightly colored castles used to appear…
Until the dark of anger hid its wonder.

Furies of a broken dream at the core of a broken vehement heart.
The more the hurt, the deeper the hatred and the dimmer it became.
Dusky years had passed for a tired and weary heart, for all of me has been torn apart.

Dreams are reminding, people are noticing and friends are enticing…
For they kept noticing that the hidden talents are shining.

To use and develop it? How am I to know? Ignoring it is what I am accustomed to…
It was only then that I used to give them names, I know I grew up, naïve of the truth that is it also growing from within.

Yearning, calling, longing to be freed. Relentlessly part of me, it makes me, me, now they are free, now I reveal… my hidden talents are for real.

-aira


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009



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