by Renz Alinas
To erase an item in your to-do list not because it’s done
But because the chances of doing it have long been gone
When all the best words are yet left unspoken
We become stronger in the places we’ve been broken
For when the heart blazes, the body is in torment
Yet the soul dances through this downward torrent
And though the rain has ceased, is it time to play?
Or to plunge once more into the midst of this fray?
I long now for a sun that would shine brighter than today
May the bridges I burn light the way