Prena Poetry

i almost thought i was dead tired with life, bored of the sunsets from my window and unafraid of the thunder.

i almost thought of writing it down on paper and sending out a last mail to my family. almost told my lover i wished to sink where the stars no longer reflects.

but somedays, i wake up to the sound of the birds and my friend buttering my toast somedays, i love the feel of my sweater, the uncanny doodles at the edge of my notes and the cats i get to cuddle.

i feel the softness of life even when i am pinned to the floor. a child waves at me while his mother waters the flower bed. then her flowers starts to wilt but she’s happier warming up the Christmas dinner for her family. then it hits me; the beauty and ache of loving everything and letting it go.

and how dare i feel denied of life, when i get to witness and experience a million little things on this planet of ours.

i think it’s wonderful, to even feel the chill of thunder in your spine and snuggling with your mother because darkness still scares you.

and that keeps me alive, makes me feel alive even for one fleeting second.