Between the Lines

What’s the point of winning a nation
if you start losing each other?

Because at the end of the day,
for what good is ruling millions
when you cannot save the one heart
you were never meant to lose?

Imee and Bongbong Marcos siblings

Sierra Madre’s Cry

I am Sierra Madre,
a mother, a woman,
standing tall between you
and the storm’s angry hands.

Each time the typhoon comes,
I open my arms,
take the beating winds,
so you can sleep in peace.

But while you rest,
I bleed in silence,
my trees fall,
my rivers cry,
my heart breaks a little more.

I do not ask for much,
only love in return.
Do not cut my hair of green,
do not wound my skin of soil.
Hold me the way I hold you
with care, with faith, with love.

For I am tired,
but I will never stop
protecting you,
my children,
my home.



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The wind begins to howl again,
and I feel the walls tremble with it.
I close my eyes, not to hide,
but to find a space where peace still lives.

“Please,” I whisper,
“let this storm pass gently tonight.”
No thunder loud enough to shake a prayer,
no rain strong enough to drown my hope.

I ask for no miracle, only calm
that the roof holds, that hearts stay steady,
that when morning comes,
the world will smell of rain, not of loss.



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They may not say it, but every coin they save is an ‘I love you’ in disguise.

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Behind every child's comfort is a parent who quietly gives up their own.

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Kung nasa 30's and 40's ka, you'll realize na porket nasa lowest section ka nung Elem at High School, hindi ibig sabaihin na wala kang mararating sa buhay.

Hey, little one,
I see you still running with stars in your eyes.
Do you remember the life we promised ourselves?
The dreams we swore we’d touch?

I’m older now,
and I have to be honest,
I failed you.
The roads I chose
led to tired days, empty pockets,
and nights filled with questions
I don’t have answers for.

I wanted so badly to make you proud,
to give you the world we imagined,
but somewhere along the way,
I forgot how to fight for it.

I’m frustrated, little me.
Frustrated at life, at myself,
at the years we wasted thinking
we could do it all alone.

Yet I’m still here,
still breathing, still trying
to find pieces of the dream
we left behind.

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Behind every child’s school baon is a parent who quietly skips a meal, just to make sure their child wont get hungry.

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