Moonlight

Monday, November 8, 2010

By: Jayson Patalinghug


I remember the weight first.

It pinned my hand to the mattress, heavy and cold as stone. My body would not obey me; every breath I took felt stolen, as if invisible fingers were pressing against my lungs. My mind, however, was fully awake—painfully awake.


From beyond my room, I heard the sounds of chaos: the sharp shatter of plates, the piercing cries of someone breaking apart, the furious pounding of fists against doors. Walls trembled. Shadows roared.


I fought to open my eyes, to move even a finger, but the unseen weight grew heavier, as though an iron hand was holding me down. Panic welled up, and I whispered hoarsely, my words tripping over one another:


“Please… let me go.”


Nothing.


Then I remembered Him.


“I rebuke you, demon,” I gasped, “in the name of Jesus—my Lord, my Savior—leave me!”


The words cracked in the silence. And just like that—the force loosened its grip. My eyes flew open. I lay drenched in sweat, my chest heaving, my throat parched as though I had been drowning in a dream.


I stumbled out of bed, my legs trembling. The hallway stretched before me, dim and hollow. The front door hung open, swaying slightly, as if someone had just stepped out. I glanced at the clock—3:00 a.m. The hour when night feels older than death.


The moonlight spilled through the cracked window, silvering the veranda. It was strangely beautiful, almost tender, softening the brokenness around me. For a moment, it soothed me. Perhaps, I thought, the moon is God’s lantern, reminding me not all darkness is merciless.


But then—


Huhuhu…


A cry. Soft, mournful, and distant, yet so near it seemed to seep into my very bones.


I froze. My breath hitched. The sound grew clearer as I stepped through the sala, where only the pale glow of the moon lit my way. I reached for the switch but stumbled over something unseen.


That’s when I saw her.


She sat at the dining table, shoulders trembling, her head buried in her arms. Long strands of hair veiled her face. A white gown clung to her figure and shimmered faintly in the moonlight, as though it had been stitched from the light itself.


“Who… who are you?” I whispered, though my throat felt sealed shut.


Her sobbing slowed. She lifted her head just enough for her voice to escape, fragile and broken:


“Why did he leave us?”


The sound pierced me. My knees weakened. My sweat ran like rain down my face.

She stood then, slowly, her gown trailing like mist. Step by step, she moved toward me. My body screamed to run, but I could not. She knelt in front of me, her face finally revealed.


Her eyes—oh God, her eyes—were oceans of grief. They pulled me in, drowning me in her sorrow.


“My son,” she whispered, “your father has left us. He broke me when he went to her last night.”


Her words struck like lightning, illuminating everything I feared but dared not name. Tears blurred my sight.


“Mother?” I choked out, though I was not sure if it was truly her or a specter conjured by the moonlight.

She touched my cheek, her fingers cold but tender.


“Be strong,” she said, her voice trembling. “You must be strong, even when the world falls apart.”

And then—she was gone. The room stood empty, the moonlight cold and silent once more.


I remained there, tears dripping freely, unsure if I had dreamed her into being or if the moon itself had given her back to me for just one fleeting moment.

 

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Isang Pagsasalaysay ng Karanasan

Ang sulat sa ibaba ni Marlon Alves ay isang malayang uri ng pagsulat ng isang tulang pasalaysay. Hindi ito saklaw ng kumbinsyunal na pamamaraan ng pagsulat ng tula. Dito mas binibigyan ng halaga ang nilalaman kesa straktura ng isang sulatin.


Marlon, salamat sa ibinahagi mong ito. Kasama mo kami sa pagbuo ng makabagong anyo ng literatura. :)
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Dinala ako ng aking mga paa sa di malamang dahilan 402 talaga ang aking kinabibilangan.
sa mundong aking pinasukan ay di pa batid kung paano sisimulan , makibahagi sa mga taong bago sa aking harapan .
Sa mga araw na nagdaan ay may gumuhit na ngiti sa aking kinabukasan, Mga araw na dumaan sa aking alaala ay di malilimutan.
Ang saya na sa kanilay naramdaman , bahagi na lamang ng mga ala alang aking binabalikan.
Ang mga tropa at kaibigang nagpadama sa akin ng buhay na dapat pahalagahan.
Sa mga aral at leksyong aming napagsaluhan, namayani ang pinakamahusay sa bawat larangan.
Sa bawat salitang binitiwan, simpleng banatan at biruan, doon nag sisimula ang pikonan
 at tampuhan.
Ang mga di paawat na kalokohan nang mga tropang sa likod ang pinagmulan, unti unti ko na lamang nagunita ng hindi ko namamalayan.

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Farewell

Ang sulat sa ibaba ay para sa taong nagturo sa akin na umibig  muli at magig masaya sa kabila ng mga hamon sa buhay. Naiintindihan ko na hindi panghabang buhay ang lahat kaya inaasahan ko na ang pagbabago ng iyong damdamin.
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Dear Jong,


Today we have part ways. I understand you have to find your own happiness as I do not hold the key to give that piece of joy in your heart. You came and let me feel the feeling of having someone in my life. You gave me short time happiness, a borrowed moments. However, you have confessed your feeling towards me is not the same feeling that I have for you. In your heart, you still love Gerwin and you are still waiting for him. There is nothing I can do to hold you or make you fall for me. Though your time with me is just a borrowed moment, I am still thankful and I will keep you and our memories together in my heart.. I love you so much!


always,


Jed

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