love. reflection. poetry
llevo meses de poesía guardada…
esta poeta guerrera
tiene una batalla interna,
nadie levanta bandera
ni grita “me rindo.”
nadie gana. todos pierden.
y queda un cáos
de silencio
que revienta tímpanos.
en esta tierra
no se puede guardar poesía.
por definicíon
ella se desentierra
y quiere ser compartida.
hoy.
me desentierro.
this is my write of passage...
i am writing. not the act of writing but the art of writing. i am words. words that heal. words that speak my truth.
i've been in love with the art of writing since i was five-years-old, when my aunt gave me a journal and said, "express yourself creatively. find words to say what you are feeling."
this blog has one purpose: to tell my story. we all have a story to tell and these are some of mine.
i write in lower case letters because i want my words to speak softly.
leave a comment. share your thoughts, ideas, suggestions, reactions... let's have a dialogue.
it is in the light of our honest selves that we can begin to move in the direction of understanding.
