It's been so long
That I had the guts to speak about my strength other than my flaws
I am indeed, imperfect
I believe some parts of me are damaged
And I believe, as time passes and as myself evolves to goodness, one day I won't let these damages control me
Let's cut to the chase
Well, since it's a poem about me
I promised to speak about my strength, other than my weaknesses
So that i would be sure to not be myself greatest bully
She is still there, sometimes
But I promised that I would shut her down
Well, I prefer to be called 'aha' than my full name
Even though that sounds like a short laugh rather than a name, but I am fond of my nickname since i was little
I used to believe that my name was created different because I was born as the ultimately special main character
Moving on, my first dream is to be a singer
As funny as it sounds, I do wish to be a singer so confidently when I was 7
My classroom teacher had freaked out and wrote that I wished to become a doctor instead
Everybody laughs
But turns out
I'm grateful that I'm not a singer-yes the teacher saved me
I realised that I had no skills to become a singer on stage
But a singer at heart
I sing echoes of words every day
My mind full of worksheets and drafts of incomplete artworks that I should finish as soon as possible
And my fingers dance on the keyboard with rhythm
My passion confuses me so much so that it influences my ideal type
I like a guy who can write good poetries
At least a non-cliche piece of line
I like art
And I have too many hobbies to the point where I'm not really that great at anything I do
My heart was made like a fragile limited-edition glass trophy
I have a talent of crying in silent
And keeping myself awake at night for creativity
As I am writing this poetry
I realised that I have too many insecurities and flaws to talk about
Other than my strengths
Maybe because I don't think, I am strong
I don't think I am tough
But I will calm down and think about strengths
When I finally got to write about strengths
I hope God would smile at me too.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Repetition
PuisiSometimes a cup of coffee and morning vibes won't work until you get a pinch of reality to be fully aware of ourselves, and what is truly happening outside our living bubble. Let's read one to find which line of this reality hit yours.
