Angel

     It was quite a dream come true for the writer in me.  I have been scribbling poems in my notebook since I was in elementary, been a part of a school newspaper since first year high school… I could say that I was a journalist.  I started off being a news staff, where everybody else starts to be.  I like it when I see my reports being published on first page.  But then I became a features/literary staff, which I can say I liked the most.  Most of my pieces were printed inside by this time, but let’s just say I enjoyed it when people talks about my short stories or my poems.  Then I became an editor, I couldn’t say I liked it because of the pressure… but nevertheless, I couldn’t have wanted more.

     Then came college,  I never dreamt to become a staff of the Kule (Manila Collegian), the UPM’s campus paper.  Maybe it was really something I enjoyed that while in Kule I have been the Layout Editor of my course’s newspaper (which I already forgot the name, it has been 7 years anyway), and a Features Editor of Ang Tagamasid, the CAS newspaper.

    But after college, I went back to just scribbling poems on my Corona for meetings, we all know how boring meetings could be that I just let my imagination soar (whenever I’m not the one presiding the meeting).  My pen is indeed mightier than sword, or than my mouth for that matter.  Let’s just say, I lost the feeling of happiness over seeing my poems published.  I was invited to write in the company’s paper, but I was too busy with a lot of things in the Wireless Center that all I can do is submit photographs, well did I mention that I was also a photojourn? 

    Now that I am married, a have more time doing nothing, and I thought of submitting one of my works to the International Library of Poetry.  Lucky enough, one of my poems way back in 1999 was published in a coffeetable book called Twilight Musings, first page.

     I got the book last June 27, a day before we moved to CaryTowne Park, and I w as so happy seeing my original work in a book.  It was my long time dream of h aving one my stories published as a pocket book, just like those of Stephen King, or maybe more like Danielle Steel since most of my works are of love stories.  Now that I have one of my poems (actually two, the first was during college but I didn’t have the money to buy the book back then, now I can’t find it anymore, sigh) printed on a book right at my hands, I can only say my thanks.  This is a start off… I am still hoping that I could get my stories published,  hopefully during my lifetime.

I have posted this poem here in my blog last year before I submitted it to International Library of Poetry.