Let me ease your life; let me be your punctuation.
But please put me where I truly belong.
I don’t want to be a misplaced punctuation
In the sentence of your life.
Causing you to pause where you should be moving on
Or stop when all you need is a short intermission.
I don’t want to make you question the statements in your journey
And exclaim at your life’s questions.
I don’t want to cause you to dash when all you need to do is walk;
Or slash when the right thing to do is patch things up.
Misused, I muddle the meaning of your action;
Misplaced, I give your message a different interpretation;
Overused, I can be your ultimate distraction.
Take me, but please put me where I should be
For only then can I make your life as meaningful as it can be.
//Sherma E. Benosa
3 June 2008; 1:43pm
[...] Based from my earlier poem, Where I Belong [...]
strongly i taste your words so powerful. it’s a kind of magic where you display line by line of the meaningful life
lit a light for my dark path to guide a new track
Hey Buddy! Look, I’ve got an avatar.
I belong here.
NUGROHOKHOIRONI! Welcome my friend. And thank you. Very much!
We all need someone, or something, to light our path once in a while. 
@VF Hey Buddy! I love your avatar. Hmmm… I know that pic so well.
Isn’t that my sunset photo?
Mi casa es tu casa. Tu casa es mi casa, ne c’est pas mon amor.
Hey VF! Hai, so desu!
Oui!
Wen, la!
Si, senior!
[...] Based from my earlier poem, Where I Belong [...]