A writer, a life, a city · Poetry


Often in the past I reveled

In the merriment of people

In a world filled with colors

Buzzing with cheers, laughter, chatters

And I feared only what I could or might see

Around me, not too far ahead of me

Till the year, the decade, as we know it

Bade farewell and the new is ushered in

Now I dread the unseen, invisible enemy

Concerned I could be part of the fatality

Alas, in the silence of my own company

Comfort, too, is felt, as much as worry

Inexplicable, yet welcomed

In my heart is quiet joy, peace, blissful calm

© Anna Jailene Aguilar

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