Lucid Invasion

Lucid Invasion
The world stops spinning when I catch your face
and haunting silence entraps the body and soul.
New photos of covetous smile you decide to grace
summons pesky old memories to cruelly unfold.

The heart beats faster, harder and aches.
The room, a storm. Burning. Freezing cold.
And as tiny mended cracks fracture unfazed,
laughing cupid boasts and struts his poison bow.

The mind tumbles last, but crumbles nonetheless,
no match for your lucid invasion.
My sanity, you cradle and tenderly caress,
soothes uneasy before assured purgation.

Your ghost, I buried, I swallowed, I fought.
Tell me, my love, do you enjoy playing God?

Stheno’s Kitchen

Stheno’s Kitchen 
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Tick tick. Tick tick
Tick-tick-tick-tick
Tik-tik-ti- Ding!

They’re ready!

Mittens. Pan. Table.
Hot! Hot! Hot!
Setting them down by the busts to cool.

My hair gets impatient sometimes,
hissing at the smell of those freshly baked meat.
I pet them down and put them in their place.
As I walk through the kitchen, I smirk at those hardened eyes.
Perseus will one day taste my mastery too.

Plate. Plate. Plate.
Fork. Fork. Fork.
Chair. Chair. Chair.

They call themselves Gods; playing with the helpless human dolls;
Creating freaks of nature like little Perseus.
So very tiny, so much desire to impress, so so close to being stoned to death.

Her only sin was being flawless; all she ever wanted was to be loved.
It was Jealousy, prejudice and injustice; the family that proved
the downfall of my baby sister. Their heads will mark the sacred ground
where she lay. I will turn their bodies into a temple.
And she shall be worshipped.
And she shall be immortal.

Euryale!

Fumble fumble fumble.
Snakes in a mess.
Eyes bloodshot.
Poison dripping from the side of a fang.
Sister. Sister.

Let’s eat.

When She speaks

So it's been a pretty long time since I last blogged. Quite a bit has happened then. I went to the states for the first time and had a blast; met up with old friends and created memories with new ones. I've also gotten my first bonus cheque and got my first promotion. :) Still trying to get used to the whole work life thing that's going on and hopefully I'll feel more at home in my second year. Not really in a mood to go into details today so I guess I'll just leave with this.



When She speaks
Cause'
you can hear the crickets chirp
and listen to the song of the rattlesnake,
the rush of the majestic waterfall
and the welts decorating your forehead.
You feel the drop of Fahrenheit
and the stillness of the wind.
You taste the sweetness of dawn
and the saltiness on your skin.

The world speaks to you with the ole' familiar tongue,
drawing its passionate energy from our one glorious sun.

From the smell of morning dew on each tiny blade of grass,
to chasing after dandelions dancing beside you fast,
from the trees that sway indulgently to the rhythm of your beat,
to the ground that twirl uninhibited to the music of your feet.

You see,

the flowers, they bloom, for just that sparkle in your eye;
exuding parallel magnificence as the milky way in our dark night sky.
The stars, they glow together, with the warmth oozing from your heart,
bringing soft serenity as the dreams begin to start.

And as our little earth falls quietly in slumber,
the glitter magic burns vibrant,
secretly,
silently,
under.

Fire

Fire
The fire cleanses and it destroys like Lucifer slays.
Maybe hell and the devil are one of the same,
residing on
every holy candle lit. It dances at the back
of every mind and laughs as
it consumes you like God.

It is described in many ways -
entrancingly green, glowing red,
furiously blue and dark like
the knight.
It chills as it burns and
suffocates
as it breathes.

Do you hear it cackle?

Calmly,
it envelopes and hugs my neck,
kissing with a fervor I've not felt before;
raising my hairs then razing them down;
hissing at my tears, preying with my fears;
blazing souless innocents and begging me-
begging me to fall on my knees,
bow my heart and feign mercy.

Hush.

The sky falls bland as I lay my head.
So I pray that when the light rekindles my face,
the sun would wring
from the anger within,
hipnotic evil that shall live and rise again.

Passionate fear

Passionate fear

He came from round the blind corner.

Our eyes met briefly before going back to

the phone. His presence lingered beyond

the sockets. He knows.

The next day he was there with his surreptitious

smile which I knew to grow accustomed to. Shyly

shifted to check the time. He wore blue

without fail, conquering my heart, at Eight O' Six

sharp everyday. Not a peep from me. That is

not our language.

He started bringing me places in my mind I

never knew existed. So fascinated in his glory,

I breathe at his mercy and cry at his pleasure. I

take him everywhere, like pocket providence, and

he whispers bittersweet nothings in my ear.

By the devilry he possesses, the hex, like musty

roses, course through my veins, tearing me

from my bloodline, releasing. those. satisfying.

Endorphin.

He owns my soul; at every any hour of the year.

He slumbers mostly and let the electronics entertain

the little shell as he lay; gentle, sovereign and familiar.

He’ll tug on my heartstrings when it's time to feed.

Then, he consumes me whole.

Magic Trick

So my grandfather passed away yesterday. I was just thinking about the number of deaths that I've been through the past few months and I don't know if I can take anymore of them. It has been emotionally draining. Right now, any call about the hospital is just nerve wrecking.

But let's just focus on the positives. Well, my grandfather was very sick with cancer so his last days were in acute pain. At least, he is able to be pain free now. He passed away about the same timing of the day as my grandmother did so I'd like to think that they are now holding hands and being their diabetic selves with each other. He looked so much more at peace asleep then he had been in a long time. His death was sudden but I guess the plus point was the relieve he got.

Another positive. My grandfather helped us with the lottery! First Prize! I don't really know how the different types of lottery work but I guess though the winnings were not much after splitting it among the families, they were still pretty substantial. I guess winning touched me more than the money did cause my grandfather used to love buying 4D tickets and I can only imagine him blessing us with this as a sign that he is looking out for us.

On another note. I didn't sleep at all last night. (Shout out to my amazing friend, Pam, for staying up and keeping me company the whole while < 3.) Idk.. Think sometimes I forget that he really has passed on.

Magic Trick
Tribute to my gonggong.

A volunteer?
Of course, sexy lady at the back.
Dressed in glitter, wavy dark curls, ruby lips.
Lies down in a box; the box. Tight.
Amazing cloth, always velvet.
Catch her scarlet smirk before she's gone.

Black girl, black box, black cloth.
Silver swords, silver saws, silver spikes.
Red girl, red box, red cloth?

Black Death.
No.
No cloth. No box. No girl.

Aha!
Magical cry, magical chant, magical prayer!
Puff of smoke!
Of course, sexy lady at the back.
Dressed in glitter, wavy dark curls, ruby lips.

Now.
Beige boy. Brown box. Golden cloth.
Trembling cry. Diligent chant. Holy prayer.
Incense smoke.

Grandpa?

Their Tears

There has just been way too much going on with recent events, or maybe, I'm only just being made aware of more. From international terrorists to local authorities in certain parts of the world, it just makes me disheartened at how the globe as turned out.

This Christmas, I wish for world peace. I sincerely, wholeheartedly do.

Their Tears
I weep for the coughs I hear down the hall

I weep for the kiss I've learned not to miss

I weep for the crows and their merciless calls

I weep for the ignorance, probably not in bliss

I weep for the television, the radio, the news

I weep for the children, the arms, the mind

I weep for the emotional physical abuse

Are those bombs falling from the sky?

I weep for the cities crashing one by one

I weep for the world holding cattle of man

I weep for the seas glowing red with blood

I weep for the guy, laying, gasping for air

I weep for the boy sleeping on white dust

I weep for the girl blowing out red candles

I weep for the parent begging for burnt crust

Is there anything we can't handle?

And I weep for the sake of humane humanity

I wish for more compassionate mentality

I hope for nurturing loving maturity

I pray for the some sort of sound sensibility

So many years of ingenious evolution

So many years of quickened progress

Always on point with being efficient

Maybe it's time to start mourning before death.

Goodnight Grandma

Granny passed away on Wednesday, 4 November 2015. Today, Sunday, 8 November 2015, is her funeral; she was cremated. Living in her new home, we will celebrate her birthday tomorrow, 9 November 2015. On 10 November 2015, it will be the first (in a series of 7 weekly prayers) time we pray for her to cross over to the light.

Goodnight Grandma
Goodnight Grandmama; sleep tight tonight.
Let your dreams take you away.
Let them take you to a far away land with
clouds beneath your feet. Yes, your feet Mama,
your feet! Throw that wheelchair away, you need
it not. Not then, not ever.
There will be no more suffering and no more pain.
You are being upgraded;
your voice more melodious, your nose sharper,
your bones stronger than your stubbornness,
your mind quicker.
But your eyes will stay the same. Those hazels
exude such warmth and wisdom, they have reached
the epitome of perfection.

I miss you Grandmama.

I miss you Grandmama. Rest your precious heart.
Your amazing heart, filled with love, was never
once too full. Every rhythm had a purpose;
you embrace the world on every thump.
Kindness and empathy always by your side
as you touch the lives of the babies and the grandkids,
the girls and the boys, the women and the men,
the father and the mothers, the friends and of course,
the husband. I wonder if it had ever beaten just for you.

They told me your heart had a condition, Grandma.
They told me it was what brought you to sleep.
I think it was just weighed down by the gold it holds within.
You carried so many of us in there, it's incredible
how big it is.

I love you Grandmama.

I love you, Grandmama, I love you! Do you hear
our cries, Grandmama? Grandmama, I am screaming
up to you! Can you hear me? Grandmama!

I love you.

I miss you.

I want you.

Why did you leave?

Goodnight Grandma; I'm going to bed too.
It's still early so I'll send up a prayer, wishing
my dreams will take me away to a far off land
with my head in the clouds.

And through my pillow, I shall meet
the memories of you and learn to beat
the tempo of compassion and song d'amour,
the dance of affection and how to grow room for more.

Butterfly

Wrote this a few days back but was too tired to put it up.

Butterfly
Please pause. Freeze pane. Let me take another breath in again.
You were, right here, right there. I can't remember your name.
You are the blue shirt on the crowded bus,
each person pushing me toward the memory of us.
You are the music buzzing in my ear,
every beat touching me, holding me down.
You are the cool breeze on a hot sunny day-
surprising and fleeting, a phantom lingering fay.
In my arms, I caught you, I held you. Only to open up feeling our sheer dismay.

I'm In Love With You

I'm In Love With You
I see your smile on the boy next to me.
Your eyes glitter across the hall.
Your lips on mine when my head's asleep.
Your gentle touch catching me as I fall.
My heart runs free through the park at day.
My love, the chain, around my neck.
My memories dances with the said, unsaid.
You hold power to change smiles to tears and back.
What am I to do,
when I'm still in love,
with the one I've grown apart?
What can I do,
when I'm deeply in love,
with the one who broke my heart?

Naked Moment

Naked Moment
His face so familiar; so estranged.
Our stare intent. His eyes, brown from the memory
of my lips, were blue and black and blank all at once.
His confusion hits me only by recollection.
My gaze transcending; I couldn't tell if he
had beard or had nose or had mouth. But he sure did lose
his voice.

I cannot recall my look I gave but muscles remember
concoction of betrayal, shame and pride through the glasses.
The face of intense silence as the endorphin continue
dusting tickling magic throughout my body. I hope he
didn't look down.
My bare bottom couldn't have handled anything more.

Love Exchange

Tonight, I'm heading to the airport for my second grad trip in Australia. Since I'm leaving (and since I actually managed to wake up as the sun did), I decided to join my grandfather on his morning coffee stroll. His face immediately lit up when I proposed to join him. He smiled so big.

As I got myself ready to go out, my grandfather told me to stay in and spend time with my grandmother (now bedridden) instead so she wouldn't be so bored. When he proposed this, his face lit up even more. I still think it's amazing how two people can still show so much affection for each other after so many years.

Right before my grandfather left, he shouted to his wife "Hey, I'm leaving now. Agnes is here with you! Be good! I'll bring back your favorite biscuits from the market. I'll be back shortly!" She replied, "Did you bring enough money?" This short exchange is so filled with love, I can't even.

Love Exchange

"Dear grandfather,
shall I go to the market with you today?"

"Lovely child,

why don't you stay home with grandma instead?

I can go there by my lonesome;

my legs work fine."

"Wear a hat for the sun,

sweet husband of mine."

The Way He Sees

Today's poem is inspired by my paternal grandfather who right now has cancer. Because of his old age, he is not going for chemo. It pains my heart to see him getting more frail each day. I admire his attraction to the world outside despite all. He goes out every morning to see the world and sip his usual cup of coffee. Today, he told my maid that he was really really happy because I sat with him to have dinner together. I don't think words can really reflect how I am feeling right now.

The Way He Sees
He sees the world every day.
He gets out of his bed into his chair and out to his world.
I swear I was prettier than that little missy pushing him around.
He waves at me.
For years his eyes has never changed. The same wave as
he steps through the same threshold. When he left for work,
when he left for our freedom, when he left for the grocery,
it was in different outfits, different legs and different faces but
he has always looked at me the same way and never leaves
without his signature smirk.

Life used to be crystal clear, then a blur, then grey with the cataract sky.

I remember the bus stop we first met.
I remember the rice fields we splashed our way through.
I remember the tree we first held hands.
I remember the kiss, so brazen, at the hidden corner of my father's warehouse.

Permission. Arrangement. Engagement. Marriage.
He bore me children of seven. Seven bundles of smelly diapers,
raging tantrums, disobedient students, anxious candidates,
proud graduates, driven businessmen and grandchildren.

Today the smirk has gone old.
The concrete ceiling, I see myself in, cries in the rhythm of my
youthful pacemaker. He has been through family gatherings and world
wars with my cheers ringing in his ear; each time reigning undefeated.
Who would have known that the boy who once held my world in his
hands would be beaten by a tiny cell?

From my own prison, I can see the cancer wear him down
day by day; his clock delaying one more second every sunrise.
At least he gets to see our world eachvery day. My eyes feel his
every wave and my heart replays that entrancing smirk.

Little Soul

Met up with friends yesterday and we were having quite a bit of fun until someone decides to make it serious. He suggested we went round the table and tell each other what we felt about each other. This was when I realised that I didn't say a bad thing about anyone. For those I am not close enough with, I felt I didn't know the person well enough to say anything bad. For those I am, I didn't feel that there was anything bad to say. I was puzzled at first but I found out why. Yes, everyone definitely have bad traits that annoy the shit out of their friends but I am selective. If I still choose you as my friend, it shows that I accept all your flaws. When I say accept, I mean the flaw is made so insignificant versus all the other traits I hold dear that it is just a part of who you are and even that part makes you special.

As we were going round the table, one of my friends was telling another about this bit that irritates him and others. He was being awfully blunt about it. It sucks that everyone was chiming in as well and I was soooooooo uncomfortable about it. There were many times I wanted to step in and say "yes yes, he knows already, there is no need for you guys to keep repeating it" but he seems to nod and agree and that made it hard for me to step in. Honestly, I didnt even think it was such a big deal. It is just what makes him him and if I continue my friendship with him, I work with that.

What made me even more uncomfortable was that the blunt friend then said, "oh it's Agnes's turn. I also have a lot to say about Agnes." It was as if what I was listening was my impending doom. I was the last at the table so I decided to take it like a strong independent woman. Old wounds were torn again and I don't understand why I let others tear me down like that. I think if I was confident enough about myself, I would not see what ever they say to make sense but to see that it was me and what makes me me. But alas.. It was made even harder to reject the notions with the friend saying that he will only be blunt to the friends he choose to keep. I don't know..

He is an amazing friend but I do not need this negativity in my life. I knew he was blunt but this is a small trade for his personality and companionship. Acceptance is huge with me.

I am my biggest critique. I do not need an external stimulus to show me what I already know. He may be close to everyone at that table but I was not and I was not comfortable at all with what was said, and how it was said, and where it was said, and to whom it was said in front of. This applies not only to me but everyone else.

I cried last night

Little Soul

We met yesterday as any other day, before dawn,

after dusk. You looked as how old would appear

in fatigue's silhouette. Scabs ripped and wounds

reopened by the fangs of another, permitted

to penetrate by your heart. I try my hand at the

bad sewing and offered five doses of a dozen sheep,

every one soaking up the congenial shame you bleed.

One, the words rerun.

Two, the cruel time spools.

Three, the flashbacks breathe.

Four, the story recalls.

Five, your jaded spirit dives
into every memory and with every memory, the
hallucinations come back with a new found volume of

sacrilegious vengeance.

Soon, what that did not once cause a tear will create

the downpour that drowns even the most defensive cactus.

Six minutes in and the girl who learned

to build her fortress of smiles is now the

same one cowering under the blanket.

Even teddy broke a sigh.

You, the luckless shattered soul, have no onus

to hear the cries I screech silent in my head.

Hush now, you are as young as I remembered;

as I pictured; as I find; as I think; as I dream.

You are as innocent as prison calls, as charming

as stars' glow at death. Hush now.

You know, the grand empires you conceive shall never truly

be safe and the majestic castles you raise shall never truly

protect when you are only hesitant to countenance
the entry of the unmelodious serpents.

Back from grad trip #1

I'm back from holiday! UK and Ireland has been fun! I am so jet lagged right now.. I can't sleep at night and I scream at my alarm clock in the morning. I've nvr been so pissed off at my phone before. haha.

Apart from the two interesting people I've met, I've come to conclude that Irish people are really really friendly.. And also rather drunk. People have come up to me and the probability that I smell some booze on them is way toooo high, hhahaha. One other interesting thing I got to do was to present the gifts during one of the masses I went for. I still do not know why they chose me to do it, especially since I told them I was not catholic. But I'm glad a got a chance to experience bringing the bowl communion hosts to the priest. The lady had to explain what I had to do exactly and I was peeking at Pam (who was beside me presenting the chalice with the wine) the whole time so I wouldn't screw up.

London was amazing as well. I watched two musicals - Memphis and The Book of Mormon. I got a really good seat for Memphis. We were so close to the stage, I got to see the actor's facial expressions. The Book of Mormon was really really funny. It was as funny as it was sacrilegious. Oh yes, I need to tell you about my failures.

Failure #1: We went for a show on Friday when we book the tickets for Saturday. I don't know what overcame us to all think we booked it for Friday. We went there, presented our tickets and actually managed to go all the way to "our" seats. If not for the fact that there were people in "our" seats, we wouldn't have known of the mistake. But no harm done, we had an amazing Saturday instead.

Failure #2: I booked our flight for the wrong date. This is an amazing story. I booked the flight for 17/6, 8pm although we were supposed to fly on 18/6, same time. At 17/6, 8.45pm, the airline sent me an email, which I got while lazing in my hostel, that the flight was cancelled. I would not have known that I booked it for the wrong date if not for the cancellation email. And because they cancelled the flight, we were given a free change of flight or a refund. Of course I took the chance to book another flight on 18/7. This is not the end. We went to the airport on 18/7 and the flight got delayed for 4 hours. So Pam and I were waiting at the airport for nearly 7 hours. Because the flight was delayed, we were given compensation of  £11.50 in terms of refreshment and €250 monetary compensation! They basically paid us for our flight and more. Best mistake yet.

Failure #3: I may have gone overboard with the shopping. I don't think my parents know about this yet. This is definitely one of the most expensive trips I've taken so far by myself. We ate like queens almost everyday. On the days we feel guilty, we ate like..... well we ate like how I'd would like my convenience to be - cup noodles, canned soups and instant macaroni.

Failure #4: I apparently look wayyyy tooo young. There was not a time I didn't have to present an identification card when buying alcohol over the counter. Also, I got the kiddy "bye bye" with the half squat and incessant waving when exiting the airplane while everyone else got the standard "thank you" and "goodbye". Funnily enough though, what this holiday helps to sink in more, now that it has ended, is the fact that I truly have graduated! Travelling with my mates from choir from the past 3 years has just been amazing.

Talking about the choir, we won! How about that? It is just mind blowing! When the results were released, I cried like the ugliest baby you know. Thank god I didn't have any eye makeup on. It feel so good to see us reap our hardwork like that. That moment was worth all those tears and frustration. We did good! Wait.... No.... We did best!

Congratulations
I can hear the glitter.
Do you hear the glitter?
Gold yet transparent, it's in the air.
I can breathe it on every strand of my body.
It's under my skin. I stand on it.
It cheers.

My mouth gaping, teeth rejoice.
The furrow suspicious but the eyes hopeful.
The tears drown,
The feet fly.
I'm above ground.

My heart stops; the crowd beats for me.
Arms shaking, flailing, squeezing, raising.
The noise silent.
The time replays and rewinds.
Cameras obsolete.
Spit confetti.

Do you hear the glitter?
It was from my soul.
I left it on the stage, now it's in the air.
Tears of the infected; it's under their skin.
I bask in it, I sob in it, I cry for it.
I hear it cheer.

Limerick Holiday

Limerick Holiday
Agnes and Pam on holiday
Through the streets we shout with gay,
"Goodbye Dublin;
You've been supreme,
But Limerick city, we're on our way!"

Death Be With You

So, this morning, my dad woke us up, accidentally, and told us that my waigong (maternal grandfather) just passed. I was in such a shock, I don't think it has quite sunk in yet. I just saw him yesterday and he was breathing and talking and eating. He was frail, but he was, in a sense, normal. My dad said he died of old age, which was the best way to go because it was peaceful. I guess I can take comfort in that.

I am supposed to fly today for a choir competition, which means I would miss the coming days of the wake. I did tell my parents I could deviate from the group and fly 2 days later but my dad does not feel safe with me travelling on my own. I guess I'm leaving tonight.

I guess I can also find comfort that I managed to see him for the last time when he was still alive. I really need to thank my mum for pushing me to visit him yesterday. I think I also have to thank God for planning things this way. I get to see him one last time when he still breathe and one more time when he has passed before my flight.

I still recall that as I looked at him ytd, I was remembering how he used to be so much fitter. Both my grandpas could never stay too still. They were always up and about; all over the country. Now, he was bedridden and wayyyyy thinner. I used to hug him and gave air kisses when we were younger. Yesterday, I was too afraid I might hurt him.

Dear Waigong, I wish you all the best in the afterlife. I love you.

Death Be With You
You with the lovely eyes,
why don't you open them and see?
Open them and watch the world.
Look at my face. You created me
and then molded my person.
Hold my hand, Papa!
Look at me. Look at your son
that longs your smile.

Why are you colder than ever?
Do you need a blanket? I'll grab one for you.
Speak to me. Where are the words
of the lips that taught me two plus two?
Breathe in the air, Papa,
It's easy, like this.
Please breathe, Papa.
Here, have true love's kiss.

Tell me you're not gone, dear father.
Tell me you've just gone to bed.
Tell me you'll sit up at anytime.
Tell me, Papa. Tell me you're not only dead.
Sing me tunes of robins and larks,
Paint me pictures of sky and soil,
Teach me lessons of strength and life.
Fill me with kisses of sadness and joy.

I think I understand how this works;
what happens when one dies.
The Son calls out and you must go
but why won't you come when this son cries?
I look around and I do see,
pieces of you surrounding me.
You're not only dead, my kind daddy;
you burn in the hearts of everybody.

Cluck Cluck Cluck!

30 day writing challenge

Topic: Cluck (day 30)

It's the final day of the 30 day writing challenge! I can't believe I lasted all the way. There has been many days that I've considered taking a break because the poetry was sucking the life out of me, being all emotional and all. But I'm glad I persevered (even though, as you can see, the last few poems gradually got shorter and had less depth. Brain getting fried..)

Today's theme is cluck and since it was such an insane topic, I decided early on to write about something I was really interested in - genetic modification. However, it happened to only appear on the last day, which coincidentally is my last day in Singapore before I embark on my month-long holiday in Europe again! So, for the entire day, all I could think of was what I was going to do in the EU. Hence, this entry is about me, being born in the year of the rooster, getting excited to travel!

Cluck Cluck Cluck!

Born fourteen December nine-three,

the year of the rooster for me.

Excited, I am,

To fly with friends.

Can’t wait for great sights to see!

The Soldier

30 day writing challenge
Topic: Acne (day 29)
Read up and watched some videos of soldiers coming home and reuniting with their family. It touches my heart.

The Soldier

He is amazing. His eyes gleam as he breathes my breaths.

The work he does can be seen on his face.

Each pearly breakout stems from the hardships

he faces for us, for my family. Each scar,

a memento of a battle with himself; stuck between

presence and protection of the ones he loves.

The dirt and grime of the forests he crawls and eats

and sleeps does not compare to the fondness of

her heart back home. Neither injuries nor hurt can compare

with the lost cheers of the boy’s first goal or the absence

of the small one’s first words.

The badges and awards tells of the tough decisions

made in the field but the white gold he proudly bears on

his face reads the hardest one yet.

He is Man. Strong. Resilient. Admired. Protector.

Almost impenetrable but the dots on that smile of re-unity,

they are the gateway to his soul.

Shoe Defense

30 day writing challenge
Topic: Shoes (day 28)
Everyone needs a protector regardless how strong they may appear to be. Everyone has their vulnerable side.

Shoe Defense

The total of bones from the head to the toes

is two hundred and six at twenty.

The place with the most number of those

is the feet, 26 on each.

They say bones give you structure, the hardest part of you,

they withstand the success ladder climb.

They hold you up when you’re happy or blue,

but even the strongest need protection sometimes.