YR 47 Issue 1 2011
Letters
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By ZENDY VICTORIA SUE G. VALENCIA
and this is how the heart
breaks, but i tell you:
it is time to move from this
place, for space
to move through the mess
you have made
of your room, in the ab-
sence of your soul---
the piles of clothes, on the
ground.
rearrange your bookshelf,
and dispose of the letters
that hide themselves be-
tween pages
as secrets of a soulless girl,
you have become.
change your sheets, and
forget the nights
you slept on moons or held
stars close
for want of skin: this is not
love
only fire and ash
---a burning.
you will get back into your
own skin
someday, after madness
sweep the corners of your
room,
perhaps you will find
your old self hiding there---
a dust-shaped sparrow.
you see, you were always
meant
to make friends with the
sky.
now fly, search for yourself
and let silence hang
in the air.
breaks, but i tell you:
it is time to move from this
place, for space
to move through the mess
you have made
of your room, in the ab-
sence of your soul---
the piles of clothes, on the
ground.
rearrange your bookshelf,
and dispose of the letters
that hide themselves be-
tween pages
as secrets of a soulless girl,
you have become.
change your sheets, and
forget the nights
you slept on moons or held
stars close
for want of skin: this is not
love
only fire and ash
---a burning.
you will get back into your
own skin
someday, after madness
sweep the corners of your
room,
perhaps you will find
your old self hiding there---
a dust-shaped sparrow.
you see, you were always
meant
to make friends with the
sky.
now fly, search for yourself
and let silence hang
in the air.
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Year 47 | Issue 1 | 2011
