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!



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.