bahala
like how the oceans envelops
island shores, how the stars
are placed like mosaic tiles
by mountain tops, like how the sun
rises again every morning,
these words come from sea breeze,
‘i will carry all your burdens on my shoulders,
acting as the warmth around you and
the god who answers you’
then these whispered sweet promises
sail and come back to home, you.
This poem is about:
My country