I hear them almost every night. Crawling at every worry, every thought, every strike of pain, every sound of anguish.. I hear them, feeding as they grow, laughing at my suffering mind and waiting with corruption. 



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!