I was told by a friend that this 3 year old poem of mine was reminiscent of a Kuya Jess on the cross. Never realized that until she told me about it. Brought chills down my spine, and goosebumps all over.
I wrote this while I was on an Ikot ride home from school 3 years ago. Sun was shining, wind was blowing. I guess He was the one who put the words in my mind, to my pencil, to my piece of paper. :)
Enjoy and Jess bless you always. :)
unconsciously awake
so vivid yet so vague
i was healed by the plague
so compassionate yet so vain
the life giving had slain
i was frozen at the stake
i am unconscious, but awake
october 29, 16:48
