GROUND ZERO
by Christine Delos Santos Montera
Every beginning will start in zero
Like an empty round as halo
As time passes by
That will be shaded dye.
Hopes were rooted from the ground
And that will be spreading all over around
Several wanting to have it all
But this is much not from a material.
This was once the goal before
And made me realize a nice savor
That thought will be over,
But not until it makes a wonder.
I sit and type about life,
The pages were quite without any strife.
The words seem to get the spirit to fight
Does anyone gets and adhere it right?
Am I not that tough?
That my days were not enough,
Hope to let those seeds to grow
And let my memory go to flow.
So that when I dusted off the trance
And turn it to anew, hence,
If Gods will, it forced will be
Before my breath is through.