Your Haven

Haven is a place 

where you can close your eyes, 

keep still, 

and listen to the chirping birds. 

Or where you can sing to the open sky, 

outstretch your arms,

 and twirl until you get giddy. 

Or where you can run fast along the cool breeze 

over the sweet-scented meadows!

Haven is where you can breathe,

and let God breathe on you. 

The thing is,

haven is within you.

Remnants

Remnants.

I am still haunted by the remnants of our memories,

infested by their dusts latching on to my skin,

and blemished by the scabs and scars of my old wounds.

I have been refusing to remember you,

but your image is a fact hidden in my subconscious,

and a glaring truth in my dreams at night.

And now I have to face the remnants,

the pieces of what used to be and will never be,

wisps of the smoke of joys and sorrows,

and a speck of what once was a true love.

Remnants, which I am glad that just are,

for I know that soon,

these dusts will be blown away,
the scars will solely be patches that'll add to my beauty,

and the memories will fade like colors in photographs.

I am sure that soon,
my heart will be again clean and new

for a kind of love that will stay whole forever.