Tortured by a Word

Rodel T. Sabayton

I was down and feeling blue
In a corner for a moment or two,
Nothing in my mind but the how’s and why’s
And tears streaming from my eyes.

Since I have seen the world so bright
I thought everything was alike
I thought the world offered me only bliss
But suddenly it changed

I remember I was laughing, running with my peers,
Jumping, dashing climbing trees and hills
Not caring if it was night or day
What I knew was that I was happy and gay.

Then a scenario struck me,
With people giving me responsibility
I would have no more time to run or climb
The word “responsibility “was planted in my mind

This word I thought is just okay
Thinking grown-ups have it anyway
But as days become months and years
This word started hurting me so severe

I’m like a soldier in a battlefield
With nowhere to run and hide ,
Just being shot and bleeding ,
Down, but still striving for life.

There are times when I want to surrender
To give up and leave everything behind,
But every time I think of this
I can’t help but think of the man on the cross

I may be crushed by heaven and earth ,
Being pulled down till I kiss the earth,
But I know it’s nothing compared
To the man who shed His blood to save the world

Now I’m trying to see beyond the word
Not thinking how will it hurt me ,but how it can help me
I’ve looked for all the means for me to understand
That this word is already part of what
Is called “Life”