Drowning, left to suffer as misery succumbs. Swallowing in suffocation. Left in darkness, a devastation. Broken, in unwilled humiliation. Until light rose. Grazing its heat, as rays bask bright. I see now, the fight. Awakening in spite of pain, seizing agony in vain of hope? Faith? Belief that one day our island… Mi isla… Will once again stand beautiful and breathe. Exuding life, evading death. Renacido otravez!
Month: September 2017
Noise
Noise surrounded me and all I can hear is the whisper of your soul calling to mine. Perhaps I should learn to wear ear plugs.
Memory
Often forgotten, she wondered if it was the memory of her that was purposely forced to be removed. Yet, was it ever? Or was the forgetfulness a facade of a memory that could never fade.
Soul
He said he knew her soul and she wondered how well he did. Lost in the thought, her mind perplexed. Did she even know herself, how deep her soul exist?
JiltedWords 