Today I Bleed, Again
Today I Bleed, Again
I know I’ve been hurt before.
Running after ma, as a toddler, and
bruising my knees against the solid ground
definitely did hurt.
Or fighting dada over the smallest things,
but he showed he cares when my first tooth
fell off and I couldn't stop crying.
It didn’t always hurt to bleed, though.
Like when I donated blood on turning 18!
I still have the yellow smiley brooch they gave me.
Numerous times I’ve cut my poor finger.
I had a tough time to learn cooking,
Daddy’s princess turned a queen, you see.
The best of all? It was when I bled to give birth.
It seemed like aeons lying on the table, pushing
harder by the minute.
But oh, her little cry still rings in my mind
like a sweet jingle.
Every time it was worth the pain.
What about now? even I wonder.
Now when I bleed, it isn’t blood that transpires.
It’s my emotions.
Emblazoned in bold on my wrinkled skin.
They shine at the brightest now,
after being concealed for so many years.
They are forgiving, I must say,
for I’ve let them out for my own selfish needs.
Yet they don’t complain.
I wish every human had this quality.
I wish I had this quality.
Such a pity it took me 80 years of life and
a month’s solitude to realize the value of forgiveness.
I hope you’re smarter than I was; that you learn
from my mistake;
that you be the superior one, and forgive
your wrong-doer.