why i keep the faith

like waking up and hoping

this would be the day that she would see me,

smile at me, unsuperficially.

i keep telling my face in the mirror,

today will be different,

today will be fun, and it would not be like yesterday.

i go about my business, keeping my eyes open,

and placing my heart on my sleeve,

all the while looking for the smile to match my own.

i have not found it yet,

or maybe i have, but always too late to matter,

and i have to take a pause to catch my breath,

to keep my soul from surrendering.

but today is different,

today will be new,

today i will find her,

and she, me.

why do i keep on?

why do i keep hoping?


if you have felt the wind on your face,

buoyed by invisible wings,

you would not ask again.