I Am Hs Book
Ever wondered about who I am?
I am the book that I longed to have.
The aroma that I want to whiff.
I am either touched or thrown.
Could that be the reason I am blind?
Open book, but all I can see is the darkness I’ve embroidered,
Tears of betrayal, unloved and worthless are evident,
I think it’s the end of my chapters…
They never liked me,
Well, guess what? Like me, I am tired of displaying myself.
The coldness of my cover whenever I longed for a hug,
I hate it! My parents never taught me that.
Knife, knife, knife, where is it?
Frustrated of the world.
I tried my best but all they see is the bitter words I’ve spoken,
I realized it’s painful to cut my flesh.
And then, one day, I found my reflection
He made me see how the broken book I am, like a bang on my head,
I woke up, and saw the blood approaching on my feet, Is it me?
I saw the light, and He is my author.
The naked book that I once was before,
Clinging for the love that it is now for me,
I found love that made me be a selfless book,
I grasped coz I saw tons of readers inspired by my past.