Far More Than Enough Poem by Natalia Go

Far More Than Enough

Far more than enough,
far more than I deserve,
far more than you can,
you make my life
and this world
far more than things
to endure.
Instead life is one
to love;
instead the world is one
to see
and belong,
not the cross they were
for one
to bear.


Far more than you know,
far more than it shows,
far more than I say,
your touch can change
a sad day
to one where tears
are at bay.
And the present
is far less cruel,
the past
is far less frightful;
the future
far less obscure.


Far more than the magic
you bring,
far more than the songs
you make me sing,
far more than the good
in all you do,
you make me want
to be better, too.
For my heart
is far more than glad
that of all the ones
I could have loved,
I’ve chosen you;
a love I’m grateful
to be true.


Far More Than Enough
June 6, 2022

Woven in the Fabric

It feels like night again
when I can’t reach
for your hand
beside me in the dark
or feel your body against mine
as the cold artificial wind blows
while I try to enter
the world of dreams
where I hope to hear
your laughter
as we wade through the water,
sand beneath our feet
as we did
under the warmth of the sun
a few orbits ago.


Already it feels
like the weeks ahead
would drone on
like sticky sand
in an hourglass;
minutes passing like hours,
each containing
the intricate details
of every kiss, every touch,
every look we exchanged
for a heartbeat
in our little paradise
until I see you again.


Moments though brief,
forever woven
in the fabric
interlaced
in both our lives now.
And the night sky
gleams silver-blue
with hope;
look how the stars shine,
telling you
how much I need you
in my life.
Thank you for being in it.


Woven in the Fabric
June 1, 2022

In the Soft Light of My Little Corner

Counting the days,
watching the hours
as the clock ticks away
but every moment is ours
to save each kiss
we will shower each other
again.


Here in the soft light
of my little corner,
I still feel the touch
of your lips
that lingers
on my mind
the way my hands did
on every part of you.


And your voice plays
like a song
stuck in my head,
speaking the words
we’ve whispered
in the little world
we’ve shared
while it was on mute.


Under the magic
of its workings,
there is comfort to be had
in knowing
that time is on our side;
do not fear the tides
ahead.


In the Soft Light of My Little Corner
May 26, 2022

Sonnet X

Sonnet X

(A Birthday Sonnet)


One hundred forty-first day of the year;

Unaware the world in its randomness,

Born a soul to my heart would be dear

For all her genuine light and genius. 

Though years ahead is she of my becoming,

What fortune have I received to find her!

You whose presence wonder and happiness brings

To me and all whose love for you I share. 

May this revolution bring your desires,

And in this lifetime your dreams in waking. 

May you come out a gem in life’s fires;

Your beloved stay in your safekeeping. 

  ‘Tis a day to celebrate of all days

  For the world has been made a better place.

Lull the Shadows to Sleep

Doesn’t matter the veil

of darkness

descending upon us,

or the monsoon

of sharp-edged rocks;

if I can paint a smile

on those lips,

it will dull the sharpest

tips

and lull the shadows

to sleep. 

A smile that lifts

the doubt

that thickens around the heart

when it clenches its claws 

on the uncertainty of tomorrow. 


Doesn’t matter the soot

about to fall from the sky,

overflowing 

from the factory of lies

in the machine’s paradise;

if from the dust it leaves

on the pavement,

I can write our names

to remind you

of the truth they can’t erase—

our history

and the story

of how we’ll live to protect

this place. 


Doesn’t matter the noise

already drowning our senses

if I can single out

your voice

that builds the strongest 

defenses

against the pull

to choose indifference. 

If I can draw out

your warm and infectious 

laughter, 

no, none of these would matter.

And I will guard it

with my soul

like a love letter. 


Lull the Shadows to Sleep

May 13, 2022

Photo by Sampreety Ali

Nameless

Nameless, boundless, infinite,

This harrowing anguish.

This silent and profound anger,

Propelling one to unfathomable

depths of desolation.


The light of day is but a silhouette

Hanging faintly over the endless abyss.

Ever present, ever tempting,

Never within reach.


I sail the black waters to

neverwhere

To disappear into nothingness,

forever.

Nothing more can be said,

Nothing a lone soul could comprehend.


It is I, in my own internment

Sentenced for life

Alone could see its face.

It is I, in every atom of my being,

Alone could recognize its weight.

Not seen by eyes not tethered by

the fibers of my consciousness.


This nameless, infinite, profound

antipathy.

Toward life, toward other,

Toward self.


Nameless by Natalia Go © 2018

The Glass Jar Virtual Play by Natalia Go

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The Glass Jar is the first virtual play I’ve written and directed, starring Ina Salonga and Mary De La Vega.

Synopsis:

No one’s watching the pharmacy. The pills are up for grabs on the top shelf. Only the glass case and a lock are separating them from Chloe and Max. What would they risk by stealing a few pills? Max only wants the pills to help her sleep, but it appears Chloe has other things in mind. Would the two women risk extending their stay in the psych ward for this operation? As Chloe and Max scramble for keys and face mishaps, they talk about life before and after their confinement. 

Inspired by first-hand experiences in similar facilities, The Glass Jar takes us inside the minds of two mentally ill women who have very different perspectives on recovery. Will their little heist plan strengthen or break their friendship? 

*Trigger warning: suicidal ideation, drugs, profanity, and mature content.


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Photo by Sam Willis

Within a Supercluster

Specks of dust we are, 

you and I.

Wrapped in a cluster

within a supercluster 

of stars,

all of which have stopped

at the perfect time,

singing in perfect rhyme

that two specks of dust

may meet

at the start of a new

revolution,

a world about to be changed

by love. 


Favored by Fortune, 

daughters of Ishtar;

we are lucky

for we dared to seek

each other

in a world that doesn’t bother

to love anymore. 

Let us sail the skies

together; 

we will fly 

and write our names

in the canopy

right above our galaxy

among those

who are meant to be. 


Within a Supercluster

April 30, 2022

When My Palette is Empty

I wish for songbirds 

to sing joyful songs

around your dwelling

when I carry 

heavy tunes. 

I wish for rainbows

to appear before you

at the wave of my hand

when my palette is empty

and my brushes too dry

to paint them on your sky. 

I wish for the winds 

to lift you from the ground

at my command

when I’m not strong enough

to lighten the pains

that come around. 


And when things are bleak

and my words too weak

to make you smile,

I pray that my hand

in yours

is enough to remind you

life is still worthwhile. 

For I will not stop

hanging little lights up

above your head

to let you know

I am with you

though they may flicker

in hard times ahead. 

My love will linger

far longer

after darkness has fled. 


When My Palette is Empty

April 26, 2022