___**Pinky Steph**__

An Outlet

PORTRAYAL

A marvel it is to be a part of you.
Experience the warmth under the sky so blue.
Feign to be surrounded with flowers and birds.
Feel free to escape from the erroneous world.

Mountains so proud persuade me to perceive her.
The greenish pasture makes my tears wither.
The sweetest zephyr blows the ire and qualms.
Bliss allays the melancholic realms.

The sun that shines envisions tranquility.
The rays that burst imprison brutality.
You are my guide in facing reality.
The beam you share shove me to destiny.

The deep ocean expresses innate strangeness.
Its silence conceals danger and stubbornness.
The stillness of waves convoy me to ending
Where I can find pleasure, pursued on winning.

At the end of my cruising is an island.
Freedom to express myself is in my hand.
An aspiration for harmony arrives.
The nature responds profoundly in our lives.

****OO****

I've attended a seminar last Friday; topics concerning cognitive disabilities have been discussed. An afternoon of songs, dance and theatrical exercises justified that art is a great form of therapy. Our resource speaker is an experienced Psychiatrist with a Masteral degree in Special Education. After a long day of informative workshop, we were instructed to draw anything we wanted in a piece of paper. Five minutes of reflection and sketching was given. He/she (he is a gay) started to interpret illustrations of all the participants. My work caught one of the resource speakers attentions. Sir Rodel asked the audience who owned the drawing. When I finally raised my hand despite of anxiety and perspiration that started running through my body, he spoke in low voice, bakit ano ang problema? Madami kang depression. Gusto mo ring mag-travel? I got amazed. I thought that colorful pictures would cover up my frustrations in life. It is not that I intended using almost all the 16 colors to suppress the pain, I was thinking of refreshing scenery that time, unaware that a peaceful setting would suggest yearning for silence. My subconscious mind worked. I felt confused. A part of me insisted that I was feeling well while the other kept on revealing the inner me.

I am a mother of two wonderful creations, our angels.

My better half is a responsible father, a loving partner.

So what seems to be the problem? Where did those stresses and depressions come from? Nobody knows. I myself don't know. But I can feel the pain, inside me is a weeping heart.

| "Pinky Steph" dream at 7:28 PM on Tuesday, July 25, 2006

You know you're in love when at those times you're not together, you find yourself gazing at the sky in the direction where he is and feeling some peace in knowing that you live under the same sky...

Pinky Steph

An Outlet