There was a time when love was easy, when nothing mattered but the crossing of two hearts in a blaze of fiery passion. It all changed when I cradled the light of my own children. What was once mere nothingness, became the whole universe.
It began with a mild touch, then a fuming outburst, and came the cruel flames that could not be doused. I could never offer up what meant everything to me, so I let my love for my children transcend who once held my heart.
Yes, I was a traitor. A selfish liar. But if time bent backward—even if fate gave me a million chances, I would still choose them.
Now, I stay hidden within the immaculate white of the heavens, garnering what strength remains before the day fades and the darkness swallows the horizon.
When I start to feel the torrid air touch my skin, I know he is near. I dare not pause, for even a second of hesitation could taint my skin in scarlet ruin. I continue my orbit, running in an endless circle.
I am weary. My soul glares. My silhouette turns to ash.
But this is an eternal orbit I will not abandon, this chase without end. Because in it lies my anchor, the very core of my existence, my stars. And I will burn forever, just to keep their sparkle lit.
By Phylicia Johanne A. Bautista
12 STEM M