Vanessa Dizon Alvarez

I'm not who I was, I've weathered the storm,
I've changed through the fire, reshaped every form.
I've carried the weight of betrayal and loss,
And learned that my peace comes at a cost.
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I've learned that plans may fall apart,
That dreams can crack a tender heart.
That not all wounds will mend with time,
And not all wrongs will turn to rhyme.
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You don't need to know the plan,
Just take today with open hand.
Not every step will feel secure,
But trust in Him—His love is sure.
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It warms my heart to see their days,
Now free from struggle's heavy haze.
Their lives are brighter, eased of pain,
No longer bound by hardship's chain.
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I thought you smiled when I was glad,
But truth revealed, it made you mad.
The joy I held, the light I knew,
Became annoyance deep in you.
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They may stain your name, twist what they see,
Distort your truth with cruel decree.
They may mock your light, rewrite your past,
But real ones know — your goodness lasts.
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They say I'm too loud, too harsh, too wild,
But never recall how they first defiled.
They point at my anger, my voice, my tone,
Yet skip the disrespect they'd fully condone.
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Thank you for the light you bring,
For kindness wrapped in everything.
For being there when skies were gray,
And lifting me in your own way.
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Yes, I'll be fine — I always survive,
I find my way back, I learn to revive.
But give me a moment, don't rush me through,
Let me feel all that I'm going through.
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Life is so short, it slips through our hands,
Like waves on the shore or soft drifting sands.
We worry, we wish, we wait for the more,
While blessings surround us, right at our door.
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Today I choose a grateful heart,
Though things may fall and drift apart.
Not all is perfect, not all is clear,
But blessings still surround me here.
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Next time you groan at the price of the gas,
Be thankful your car can still make the pass.
Next time your house is a mess and a roar,
Be grateful for family who live through that door.
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I give not from abundance,
but from memory's quiet ache—
the hollow nights, the empty hands,
the hunger no one dared to wake.
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I admire the quiet givers,
whose hearts are bruised but still extend—
a hand, a word, a gentle smile,
to lift another soul again.
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You may not shift the mountains,
or calm the ocean's roar,
but reaching out to one in need
can open up a door.
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You gave a smile, a patient word,
A kindness soft, a hope unheard.
No echo came, no grand reply,
Yet still you let your mercy fly.
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In fields of lavender and light,
Where hearts can breathe and burdens slight,
There sit the ones who truly see—
Who feel your joy, who grieve with thee.
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I gave my trust, I gave my care,
Believed you'd always just be there.
I gave you love, both deep and true—
But loyalty was not your view.
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Don't leave to make them cry or plead,
They won't feel guilt, they won't concede.
Leave not for spite, but for your soul—
You've played your part, you've paid the toll.
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When life gets rough and skies turn gray,
You learn who's real and who will stray.
Not all who smile will truly stay
Some love the sun, but not the fray.
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