By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
A deep breath, I hold,
Heavy, ten fold
Emotions, controlled,
Where lips are closed.
It brings back a loss for youth,
Shining through, a child once true.
Eyes shrink to the soul, may it be cruel,
The present holds the past.
Choosing to stay, carefree below blue,
Eyes tend to the skies, where the winds blew,
Staring beyond seas of clouds, a place of refuge,
When life runs dry, I shall become one with it.**