Know That You Are Loved, Guio

Written by: Mark Francis G. Ng
Note: This is another poem I wrote which is part of the Guio compilation.

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To your own little world, Guio, you always seem to take flight
A haven you have created out of your dreams, aspirations, and youthful might
Where the birds seem to comfort, seem to stop not their songs
A place you call your own, one where you know you truly belong.

Placidly you go and seek for refuge, for contentment in solitude
Yet with it you seem to deny yourself of blessings so abundant and in multitude
A sanctuary you seemed to have crafted, where everything you seem to perfectly hone
Only to find out that in that world no one lives but you alone.

Then you begin to ask yourself where you did go wrong
Of how your wishes and your desires always seemed to take so long
That each time you stumble, why does no one seem to care
To pick you up and lend a hand, no one did ever seem to dare.

In your solitude, you seem to always want to cry
Sometimes with reason, but often with things you do not know why
You would gaze at the stars and wish that they could hear you
As you whisper to the winds words you long to say, words so honest and true.

This I tell you, Guio, your thoughts are wrong
Know that there is a soothing melody behind every song
For no matter what your dreams are, no matter how they seem so high
The winds shall carry you, and with the breeze you shall fly.

You’re young still, Guio, things to you shall still unfold
And teach you that to yourself, trust and faith you should firmly hold
Cry not, though at times it is a relief to do so
Forget not to smile and gladness always exude and show.

You may not know it, Guio, but to me you always are an inspiration
Amidst the many things, the pains and deprivations
So never think, Guio, that dreams never come true
For a dream of mine already did, a dream I saw in you.

‘Tis not the mountains, sturdy and tall
It’s the little stones that make us stumble and fall
In isolation and loneliness we cannot heal our pain
We need someone to tell us not to open the wounds again.

So each time you feel that the world does not care
Remember, Guio, that to you I can always share
A helping hand to pick you up each time and when
You need someone to talk to, someone who’ll sit with you and listen.

Never should you stop dreaming, in your dreams always soar high
Have faith, seize the day, and etch you name in the sky
Be hopeful, believe, and with tears you should not sob
This I tell you, Guio, always know that you are loved.

March 4, 2007
Sunday
9:00 p.m.