I held too much from the past.
Swam to the ocean of endeavors so vast.
Been to battlefields and let my armors down
That's when the less I smile, the more I frown.

But I learned too much from it.
To never bend and waste a breath.
I survived that disruptive war,
Look just how I came this far.

These feet of mine taking steps,
Once wonder where I will be with every leap.
What will this dream can take,
And what will be the future it can make.
Five cycles of the moon, a journey vast,

Nights that lingered, but never outlast.
Another quintile, another chapter to grow
This time, I'll make it with passion anew.


Literary by Jona Mae Mediona