the Midnight Sun
Things do not happen. Things are made to happen.
-John F. Kennedy
Experiences in this life are made with various moments of fearful challenges, funny mistakes, and depressing celebrations. This is similar to the ones I thought I knew as I was growing up. For instance, I only knew two seasons- rainy and sunny. As I moved to learn more, and see outside of my tiny world, reality changed into an unimaginable size.
If it is the dry season from late March to May in this tropical country that I live in, there is spring in a lot of other places around the globe. It is such a beautiful idea to keep. The warm kiss of the sun on my skin, and the full blossom of flowers in the eyes of another, until the rain comes, longer and stronger in the coming months. Then there is only the cold, damp, and heavy winds tearing the roofs apart. The seasons move fast, unexpected. Just like the life that I see, feel, and breathe.
The rise and sleep of the sun become regular scenes that enchant my being. Then I learn that in some parts of the world, people see the glorious sun even beyond the night time. This idea brought me to the creation of sharing my own marvelous dream of finally watching and being with the Midnight Sun through this writing.
Later did I realize that I got fascinated with the dark yet touching words of science fiction, crime shows, supernatural, and a little disturbing effect of dark poetry. Just like the mystery of being with the Midnight Sun on the other side of the world, though it made me feel better, it was scary for others. I hope to share some of those moving thoughts that breathed life through my poems.
There wouldn't be an assurance that readers would find the same excitement as I once did, but I wish that each one enjoys the company, and at least feel a little bit connected to the words. May it be good or bad, let me begin the Dance with the Midnight Sun.
Tight hug and long kisses,
Smiling, stretching the muscles for as long as it can
But every move leads to heart break
The smile is falling down slowly
Clenching the palm to keep the heat
Holding back the tears,
Breaking voice in between
Keeping the anger within
No break in between doesn’t make John a dull boy
No break in between makes John jump to a pit of fire
Anger, hatred, and pity
Sucks the life within
I have to go away
To keep myself safe
Living for today is not enough
I have to leave for the rest of my life
Holding back these emotions
Will rot the being I kept pure and sincere
I have to let go
Holding back the tears
This is the hardest part to keep
Sadness, fear, happiness, and anger
They all make tears fall
Others I can’t keep,
Others I consciously fight back
Stretching my limits
Carrying me away from my being