I Speak.

The voices of an orphan love. “I was born clueless of my own existence and without a mind of my own. As I grew up little by little I realized of my own pulse. The urge to explore the things that this world can give was overwhelming.  But unfortunately with growth the truth about me being an orphan dawned upon me. I saw my peers blooming to maturity and being cared. They seemed to be enjoying their existence. But for me there was none to even rock my cradle. How tragic it was for me, unmindful of this harsh truth I sprung to life. Where was I from? Who was I supposed to be? To whom do I belong to? Since my birth I have known only one thing, to grow. I have no voice of my own. The vices of this world derange me. Pushed around here and there I found myself betrayed. I know I can withstand anything, the violent winds nor hatred can pin me down but yet again I know I cannot survive without belonging to someone. I do not exist on my own. Please don’t let me wither away so soon. I beg

Reduced to a logophile The pommeling agony of being betrayed by a truth that danced around me; I for no good reason have been made a victim of a choice I never intended or envisaged to have been taken. Lost in the seductive charm of love, I crumbled against the wall of emptiness. Foolishly cradled in the warmth of self-nursed love only to be awakened by the sound of hush hush momentary truth, I found myself floating in a boat of confusion. I called out for help and my voice stretched out as far as to the vast expanse of stillness in the sea of hopelessness. Being a logophile cannot save me and being kind is suicidal in a situation like this. Drowning is also not an option to be considered nor is swimming ashore an option possible. Least I can do is surrendering to the moment and allow the tides to guide me ashore. Toshiwapang O Longkumer