My hands to progress
Beyond
twenty years
of practicing
love being all
my hands can be
horrible
grand
nothing
precious
It will be
lacking
when I descend
but damn
living
has never been
satisfying
until now
And if now is
the only time
to live
then whatever
forever
could bring is
bearable
twenty years
of practicing
love being all
my hands can be
horrible
grand
nothing
precious
It will be
lacking
when I descend
but damn
living
has never been
satisfying
until now
And if now is
the only time
to live
then whatever
forever
could bring is
bearable
About the Author
Blaise Divata (they/them) is a 23 year-old, multidisciplinary artist born, raised and based in Iloilo City, Philippines. Other than writing poems, they also love to paint and write extensive journals. They take great inspiration from nature, the human psyche, and a lot of their own life experience.