BLACK BOX

It's black, it's mysterious

We never get to see what's inside the box

Light never gets a chance to shine it through

The tape is unbreakable, it's packed perfectly

It's dangerous, it's full of surprises

Nobody knows if it might contain a bomb

It keeps terrorize you, day and night

An unwanted explosion would happen unpredictably

Can we open it?

Only by the chosen one who gets the opportunity

On the right time, at the right place

With maximum strength to endure the pain

And when the right time comes

No one can deny anymore

No one can ignore things

That came from the black box

The black box is no joke

Please, be ready

For the explosions, for the surprises

That the black box has brought to us

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This poem was written 3 days ago, right after I got home at 1.15 AM from giving emotional support to my dearest Rizqulla Heldy at her place. Hearing bad news from her really took me back to nine month ago, when I was on the same position as her.

I send my deepest condolence to you, Hel. The loss of our loved ones is never easy, but I'm glad to watch you smile even at this difficult time in your life. You're one of my strong ladies I've ever known. Please keep inspiring me with your beautiful heart. And also, my prayers always go out for you, your Dad, and your family.

dear Rizqulla Heldy,

Stay strong and keep your head up.