No Answer.

do not call me resilient

do not call me the backbone of your little world

do not call me the one
that will suffer for your consequences

do not call me to be patient
so you can hold me accountable
for your discrepancies

do not call me so I can absorb your pain
and give birth to something pretty

do not call me both mother and father

do not call me the one that will carry
a whole village on my tired bones

do not call me the one that will bite her tongue
while you move mad in these dark streets

do not call me the one that will
reap the benefits in the afterlife
because she suffered silently in this temporary life

do not call me
do not demand of me
do not expect anything from me

don’t call me and leave me be

Thank you.

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Go back.

you were ugly today

your temper became stronger than your patience
your humanity for a moment gave up on faith

after life swallowed you whole and spat you out
you whispered:

”Let my faith in God be stronger than my humanity
May I care more for the next life than this small moment.
May I always turn to You before turning to a temporary soul.”

I was ugly today and I still went back to God.

How I got my soul back

as I held onto the wall I almost poured out my entire soul until he stopped me
as my conscious came to the understanding
that I had lost the woman that had birthed me
he tried to make eye contact with me
trying to tell me that I should not cry like that
that I should remain calm

as he held my arm and slowly brought me back to my new present
I did not even have the strength to get his hands off of me

as we were leaving the only thing I could feel was the cold
my lips were cold from the last kisses I gave her

it took me a long time to get my soul back from the brink of death
it took me a long time to feel anything else but the cold
for a long time I found a home within the loss and no one knew how to reach me
for a long time I only felt death while my legs kept moving aimlessly here on earth

Now I am here to tell you how I got my soul back.

My home in the sky

She needed a moment. A time out. A peace out. She needed to get herself out of her thoughts and get herself back with… So she excited the four walls, walked up a hill and looked around. All around her were trees that helped her breathe and then she remembered to look up. You see… for a long time she had forgotten how the sky was her escape, her home away from home. She had been looking down for a while and trying to close her eyes during prayer, during meditation but her focus had been off.  Shaky at best. So she found a perfect spot under an old tree and laid on the grass. According to yoga,  she’s doing the corps pose, but if you ask her she is getting back to basics, being with the ground. Her body slowly changed its breathing and her eyes, it was like the first time a baby seeing Mama. She couldn’t stop smiling and was just focused on her home in the sky. Her mind was at ease, cool and calm. She,  for a moment was untouchable.