Raise Your Voice

When life was not about me, but about you, she locked her mouth shut.  To bury deep the voices that awaited to explode, like a foul volcano she stank.  To stop talking, to open ears for your angry voices, and to accept repulsive actions as if my own, she was ordained the honour to be silent.    

I am a Monster, the one who cursed you with my actions.  Read the story.  You'll soon find out who she was.  Read again, would you?  You knew the truth, yet you kept the blame.  Read the story.  

Little Stars

Twinkle, twinkle little stars.

It was two in the morning.  She was already awaken.  Pulled up by the biological clock, she dragged her body to the bathroom and brushed her teeth.  She was neither drowsy nor energetic.  It was only two minutes past two.  She sat herself by the door, feeling the quiet  breeze caressing her.  

The sky was filled with stars.  They were beautiful.  She counted them.  

Twenty-two years after, she woke up again at two, no longer looking at the sky.  She could no longer remember how the stars were mapped for her.  The stars remained bright, shining through the nights.  If only she could stop and gaze, and admire their beauty once again, she would have less to worry.

For how great the Creator was, and still is.