May I Feel Said He

This poem is my absolute favorite.
Simple words and simple rhymes created by E.E. Cummings to portray a compelling love story. I first read it within the The Love Book application and then I instantly fell in love with how it was written and my heart broke at the same time by the meaning within those words.

Below is my answer to that poem. Enjoy and please do tell me what you think!

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My answer to E.E. Cumming's poem.

A Jogger in Prayer

My Lord God Almighty,

Save him. Please. Save him. Please. Please. Please. I’ll do anything. Oh God.

I was so stupid. How should I know? He was just so weak. I was so stupid. I’m sorry.

He was waiting to be bullied. Imagine a person jogging around the park. He would run for two blocks then walk around four then run one block then walk around two then run half a block then drag his feet around six. Then I can hear his heavy breathing from halfway across the park! I mean what was that? I felt like Captain America as I mock him with an “On Your Left” whenever I pass him by.

God, please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Save him.

I am so sorry. How should I know that he was sick? Why would he jog in the first place if he would endanger himself? It’s his fault!

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Its mine. I should not have pushed him. I should have not taunted him to a race. I should not have called him names. Oh God, I am such an ass.

He just heaved and he fell. Then he did not move.

Oh God, save him. Please. Please. I’ll do anything. Just. Save him. I can’t live with myself if he dies. Please. Save him.

Help him. Please. I beg you. Just let him live. I’ll change. I’ll be better. I’ll… I’ll…

Blogtober Challenge 7: Struggling to Name My Blog

Who would have thought that I could continue on my Blogtober Challenge streak? This is considering that I was on layover on Melbourne for the past five days. This meant that I had early morning wake-up calls and late-night arrivals at the hotel. I have to admit that I have written the last two Blogtober Challenges while my eyes were half-closed and my brain half-asleep. Forgive me for its poor execution.

Well, now that I am back in the Philippines, I am alive, alert, awake, and enthusiastic. Yeap, that’s an old nursery rhyme. And yeah, I’m also convincing myself that I have already recovered from the lack of sleep.

For today’s challenge, I was to share about how the name of my blog came to be. This is the story of Struggling To Be A Human Being.

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