What Is Mine Will Come Back To Me

I used to be afraid of sunset;
I hesitated to finish this hundredth poetry.
Like the ending was reaching.
It might be no mornings nor next stories.
I did not want you to go,
My soul cried for lost painfully.
But I start to be enough old,
Something is met to let go, finally.
Good time is always too short.
Live with what that is got wholeheartedly.
Sunrise will come,
A new day with another same sun’s beauty.
Love above, and destiny
Will bring back what is mine to me.

# 100th

# I submitted my 99th for a contest:)

# photo: A way to heaven – Chuo shokudou, Kyoto University 

Afterbright Afterlife

Here is so dark but I don’t fear.
I’d lived in brightness but I didn’t know.
The pillars were all strong, yet I was so scared.
Its safeness turned my bones and blood cold.

I jumped out from the castle in the depth.
Nothing to lose but I wasn’t dead.
Slowly standing up at the bottom,
I have a freedom as a crown of head.

Here is dark but I feel aliveness.
Every steps are risks to fall.
Hence, every drop of soul is extracted out.
This life, I own it all.

# 98