I am a missing part of something that’s already lost.

I missed myself the most.

As young as twenty but felt like thirty.

I hope, I am happy at thirty …

 

I lost father a few weeks back,

My voice still cracks.

I’m back in Manila, the city that I just met.

I’m hoping to meet my old version there yet.

 

I thought twenty are freedom, fun and adventure,

But I’m lost like a twelve-year-old child,

Who just found out that she’s broken,

Lost and forgotten.

 

I am a raccoon on a scavenger hunt,

A societal pest, a human mess.

This must be God’s test,

I’m just hoping for this misery be put to rest.

 

 

Lacuna : an unfilled space; a gap, a blank space, a missing part. 

Text Prompt : “Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago.”

 

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