Dear young lady

This is a poem I wrote for myself, as I am thinking of the why of everything I am doing and going to be doing.

For a young lady I hardly know, for the one I know of longing for flying her wings so high.

riska

Dear young lady,

So young, so proud

So vocal, so loud

Like a little kid, walking on a cloud

Dear young lady,

Daydreaming, oh so ambitious

Fast-walking, oh so adventurous

Like a little kid, oh so curious

Dear young lady,

Waking up, oh so early

Working out, oh so lively

In hopes that things would turn out to end happily

Dear young lady,

You may think of going to NYC for study

Or meeting a godly man to marry

Or maybe having a baby

Oh young lady…

Go ask yourself and think more deeply

Life is more than just walking in the grocery,

Taking things into the trolley

There’s so much more than just having the titles so many

There’s so much more than just having so much money

Oh honey…

What about the why?

Why you do what you do?

And why you want to be what you want to be?

It’s a more important task.

A more important question to ask.

I am betrayed.

I am betrayed,

By the good looks

And the enticing words

I am betrayed,

By the pretty innocent faces

And the sweet sayings

I am betrayed,

For just too many times

Giving away my trust

I am betrayed,

By the people who call themselves my friends

But friends won’t do such things but they did them anyway

I am betrayed,

And I keep questioning

I keep trying to make sense of everything

But I failed as many times I tried

I have a question,

Why aren’t people being honest?

Showing who they really are

Another question,

Why aren’t people being true to themselves?

Showing what they have in their hearts

And one more question,

Why are people wearing masks?

Like something has to hide

All the questions are wrong.

Maybe.

It was all always my fault.

I was being too naïve all these times.

I let my guards down too easily

And now that I am betrayed,

Once again,

It was all my fault.

I am brokenhearted.

I am brokenhearted, not because of the love of a man

I am brokenhearted, not because of a breaking up of a relationship

I am brokenhearted, not because of all of the above

I am brokenhearted looking at these faces in front of me right now

Knowing that some of them are the victims of the irresponsible vow

It broke my heart knowing that some of them never see their fathers

It broke my heart knowing that some of them never feel the touch of their mothers

It broke my heart knowing that some of them never really feel the warmth of home

Where mother and father love each other and show them what love really is

It broke my heart knowing that some of them could easily say that they parents are divorced

To know bad things they are not to know they are forced

It broke my heart knowing that some of them have to see the bad examples of drunken fathers

It broke my heart knowing that some of them have to learn from gambling mothers

It broke my heart that some of them are seen as nothing but more troubles for the life of their mothers and fathers

They are given the eyes but they have to see such things

They are given the heart but they have to feel such things

They are given the ears but they have to listen to such things

The Teacher in Ecclesiastes is right,

The more we know, the greater our sorrow

In my heart I am questioning about their tomorrow

Into what kind of people they are about to grow

Will anyone care enough to show?

The tender love and prayers that glow

Will anyone care enough to sow?

The seeds of love and compassion that will grow

Will anyone care enough to let them know?

That they are loved and, yes, they have a bright tomorrow

I am brokenhearted and therefore I am excited

Giving my every heart beat

Doing my best for these souls I am trusted

I am falling in love.

simplicity

I am falling in love with simplicity,

Dancing under the falling rain.

Seeing my little kids praying before they’re eating.

Walking barefoot on white smooth sands.

I am falling in love with beauty,

Seeing the flowers bloom in my mama’s garden.

Seeing the colors of the rainbow in the afternoon.

Seeing the reddish cheeks of blushing lovers.

I am falling in love with the blue sky as well as the cloudy days.

I am falling in love with the green leaves as well as the colors of the fallen leaves.

Like the two colors of piano keys, both sunshine and pain color something we call life.

Both has to exist so we can learn how to appreciate,

How to handle,

How to respond,

How to love,

How to be thankful.

I am falling in love with life.

that I promise to strive,

As long as I am alive.

-superriska

*photo photographed and edited by superriska*

Hope always.

sunshine

The sun was peeping behind the leafy trees

Its rays shone through the little vents between the leaves

The glimpse of the blue sky added the beauty of the picture

Like the background on the canvas

From a little distance I heard the birds chirping

I smelled the wind of the sea

I could feel that warm breeze all around me

I was in the middle of nowhere

I was in the land where I knew nothing about

I looked around,

Seemed like everything spoke to me

Spoke in a language I tried to understand

The language of the nature

I looked down to my feet

White hot sands tickling between my toes

I saw many faces

Faces I just did not know

They talked, they laughed

In my heart I laughed too

I embraced the hospitality of the scene

I kept walking

And I kept on looking

I thought I was lost in nowhere

But I was not

I found that I was finally there

Yes, in the hands that I am certain

My prayer is now this:

Wherever You bring me, I will go

Under a leafy tree or on falling leaves

Under a shining sun or in the rainy days

You are the only hope always

-superriska

*Photo taken by me at Samalona Island, Makassar, South Sulawesi, Indonesia. November 2013*