“You Ruined Me”

by Criselda D. Mariñas

Poverty, I condemn you!

for dragging me down into the life of misery,

putting sludge on my youthful wings,

searching warmth in cold flesh in winter nights,

sitting with umbrella on wetting bed in showering night.

Shattered my dreams

like a fainting child dreaming a mouthful of rice,

and took away my life silently like a cancer.

Poverty---lowliness!

Poverty---weakness!

Poverty---sadness!

Poverty---reality!

Poverty---anxiety!

A life of poverty is rare a dream

The affirmation only I could sob.

“Fate or Choice?”

by Criselda D. Marińas

Midway upon the journey of our life

found ourselves within a world,

oversee by instincts, unpredictable contingencies

and limited possibilities

nothing remains the same---everything, everyone changes.

Where do we find ourselves...?

thinking which path to travel---

deciding which race to join,

and suspicious which people to trust---

 but meaningful choices must be made!

Is their any justice of one’s choice?

if someone followed the crowd or one’s heart

if someone seized the wrong road, shall be dashed to pieces?

if took the right one, shall be happy ‘till eternity?

we do not certainly know!

What must we do?

be strong and of a good courage, I advocate

Act for the best,

Hope for the best,

And seize whatever comes!