When I was younger, I wished…

When I was younger, I wished
I wasn't me.

I wished I wasn't me.
I wished I didn't like the moon and stars
'cause it makes me awake at night
 and metaphors scattered around.

I wished I wasn't me.
I wished I didn't like Arts,
'cause it made me wonder about life
and search for meanings around.

I wished I wasn't me.
I wished I didn't like poetry,
'cause words easily betrayed me
tumble it in my head all day
put rhyme and turns into music.

I wished I wasn't me.
I wished I am loud like the others,
and doesn't take life seriously
ready to fall in love at any time
and doesn't need to wait for a right time.

I wished I wasn't me.
I wished I wasn't a bookworm,
talking about the life lessons I get, 
unlike the cool girls at the night party
talking about their suitors and the flowers they received.

I wished I wasn't me.
I wished I was outgoing person, ready to climb any mountains,
could balance at the bicycle, and not afraid of heights
Instead of scribbling poems and stories at the corner.

I wished I wasn't me.
I wished I didn't like stories,
so I couldn't absorb the pain and the sorrow
when it's tragic and bleak.

I wished I wasn't me.
I wished I could fell in love and gave my heart easily
so I have something to share just like the others, 
instead of just falling in love into the dogs and kids.

But now I'm much older
I love the person I'm becoming.
Celebrating my unique personality
'cause my Creator made me this way.
I'm glad this is me,
I'm fearfully and wonderfully made
because my identity is in Christ.










Published by Merrel Ya

A lady who has been pondering her hope into Christ, inhaling His grace, and enjoying the beauty of life. Writing about life, asking God about "kuliglig sa kanyang dibdib."

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