Written by Marielle Iarathelle Trinidad

My cold feet walked over the deep seabed

But they stopped mid-way, wounded.

Disconcerted, they ran, where were we?

What could I do and what could we be?

The bow shot its arrow in the heaviest fog,

My red string, entangled, was tugged.

But before I could even pave my path

My blurred target showed its wrath.

The skies promised me the heaviest tears

Yet I still need to face my darkest fears.

The world never owed me any favor anyway

I just need to fight and do things my way.

There were footprints over the same seabed.

It may have stopped mid-way, but always found

The reasons to stay, through the what and where

Kept swimming, reaching the unknown shore

Now they stand proud, it is now your turn.