Maalaala Mo Kaya? Poem by RIC BASTASA

in worship of the truth
love bends
the chaos begins

the porcelain shatters
and she picks the
pieces piecing them
all again

the cracks insist
that this is something wrong
waste of so much pain


she insists on the power
of truth's liberation

she bows to take all
the consequences

the writer of the story
makes the truth victorious
and love is regained
the pieces back to their places
the family is whole again

in real life however i wonder
what if she just kept things to herself
conceals the truth for good
and no one should have been shattered
just like what my mother did

then there would have been no story after all
no one would have been listening
for an hour or more
wondering what happens to truth at the
last episode

mother was indeed different
for like the earth she believes that not all
need not be known
some things that hurt may better be left
unknown unsaid untouched

i guess i agree with her
underneath this earth some magma keeps the fury
at the surface the earth keeps the peace
the harmony and the moment