Hide Not!

✍️: Ronald Alagos

I took my pen,
Wrote, the day as to when,
Yet, there it is, came out of its den,
Engulfing me, in its embrace, I felt pain.

Thoughts of disbelief,
They started coming in brief—
Of seconds and minutes, filling me with grief,
Words have become tangled, I started to weep.

It whispers that I should hide,
Never enough, I should just give up,
Yet, I plunged and stood up,
Never will I let, this force to make me feel crap.

Like water and rock,
It instill darkness, pure black,
Flowing all over, it showers me with muck, 
Telling me constantly that I suck.

Should I go and hide?
Or, should I take this wheel and start the ride?
Air and fire, both are by my side,
Fighting, who should I abide?

Hurricanes of fate, I hold my future,
I'll reach the sky, no matter how unclear,
Poison of self hate, heart will be in puncture,
Yet, believing is what I hold, until the sky becomes clear. 

Hide, I will not!
Day by day I'll grow,
Will reap all of what I sow,
Hear my melody, soon that'll go. 



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: Hide Not is a poem I made that portrays doubt in one's attempt to achieving his/her goal. It also portrays how a person's decision could affect his/her future. It is simply a poem that has a goal to encourage everybody to pursue their desires/dreams no matter who they are and what level their capabilities are in. 

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