Do I have them when they are nowhere?
As I lay down weak on my bed
Wanting of an inspiring tale,
The question worn and bitter
Keeps nagging my head
Why are they nowhere?
Ah, the vast street is empty!
Nobody’s coming, somewhere else they stay
Not with me someone else’s company
While I struggle a breath and pain much
Yes, to somewhere else’s they go
When were they really with me?
( A reflection when I battled depression over the absence of well-loved family members and friends…. Reality bites but the lesson is to never expect so much from others. Despite the hard experience they gave me, I forgive them even when the pain still lingers on. I vow to my God that I will never do the same to them when they get down.— that’s the best way to forgive them)