Poem: One Hundred Days

Velvet sky of disclosure,
We have been two-thousand
and four-hundred hours apart,
Scars are so brand new, still —
I have been breathing hard
lately. Only then I learn to be
stronger, like I have promised you
before your last breath that I will
never give up. Never for Mama and myself —
I will not cry the same tears,
But it will be of different taste. Someday
another new chapter
when a vow is exchanged
with the One who loves me. —

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