Pursuing Spirals


The crooked spirals
Shake amidst tides
The scattered rubbles
Admit amidst waters
That pain exists
In my eyes
In my core
So deeply ingrained
Now forced to surface 
After all this time
After all has passed
Can I still fathom 
What I mastered to churn?
Can I still seek
The me that I left behind?
Can I still believe
My voice should have its turn?

Ormoc, Leyte July 2021