Waiting for Sunset (13, on second thought…)

Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I wrote the poems during a very difficult time in my life. He always replies to my maunderings. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. I get ignored sometimes. I like the seclusion.

We have an unusual relationship. And he brought these with him when I met him. I couldn’t understand why I had to bear the last of the intensity of his struggles. All of which I had no part. I became angry and destructive. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. Tedious. Exhausted. He’s jealous of my stuffed dog Edward.

But nowadays he has changed. Perhaps because there is no cause for struggle anymore. I have always had pain on the chest, neck and back, and sometimes in the stomach and head, and my arms would feel numb. Perhaps because I became an ugly mirror of himself. Now he is more affectionate. More loving. More willing to enjoy life as it is. My husband is the dragon.

Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Tuesday, July 15, 2014

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