Prena Poetry

There are days when my fears sounds louder than all of my courage. I can only afford to see the bluest sky above me shatter with thunder till nothing remains, except for the silence in between the raindrops seeking for a warmer sun. I am tired of the cafe’s white noise and the tremor that spirals to earthquakes. It is like there is a mountain in between my heart and my brain, and my voice just isn’t loud enough to echo through the tunnels.

I can’t recall the last time I was clam, I can only stare at my coffee cup on a morning like this and think about the storms that destroys the world. I want to stop it. I want to tell stories and build up castles. I want to finish my coffee, take an umbrella and walk outside for hours and hours.

But the coffee is too bitter and so are the storms.

They tell you to chase after happiness. But they don’t seem to understand happiness isn’t something you find at the end of the rainbow, it is something you feel sometimes, when you look at that rainbow and breath the air of summer. I know now. I know it all. So today, I will just try and sip my coffee in slow motion and look at the sky brewing with darkness like the shade of the drink in my cup.

Hoping that someday this will all come to an end.

— taking it one at a time