Origamis of the Left Behind

I wish I could fold the difference laid between every mile.

I miss her serene face that casts away my fears and worries telling me everything’s alright. Her smile
that ignites my empty heart that truly yearns for love. Her voice as sweet as the nightingale’s pitch in the
cold silent night.

Watching as the paper airplanes play with the wind and soar the sky, I wish they could go to the place
where she is but instead it just landed on the ground.

She’s one of those modern heroes who traveled overseas due to the never granted wish of salary
increase in the Philippines, weathered by dangers and threats – from physical abuse to racial
discrimination to getting trapped in war – torn countries.

So now all I could see was her plain fleshless framed image which doesn’t move at all that brings back
only memory that I can’t even recall.

But still, I think I shall never see someone as lovely as her for she is my mother.

I folded another piece of paper making something big, small. Put love and care in its corners leaving a
crease of longing in its fold.

I have read so many stories of Filipino workers, who were no soldiers, but inspite of the truthful fact still
they face Syria’s raging violence.

Heard countless gripping tales of different OFWs who managed to escape Syria’s Civil War that caught
the nation’s attention and reached its heart.

But not even a single word of her was heard.

All I want is her presence. I’ve never asked for fortune for I know money can’t stop time because it waits
for no one at all and heartbeats can’t be recovered once you let it go.

As I finished polishing the edges I released it from my hands and let it fly together with my hopes of
seeing her tonight but just like the others, it didn’t last long unfortunately. It just fell.

Just like my folded paper airplanes my life is full of series of downfall for I have no choice but to face the
distress alone that every storm I encountered in my fight brings.

If she could see the paper airplanes, I wonder if she would have regrets of leaving me here.