Shut Eyes

By Rosalva Ruiz (SuperNova)

I guess I knew
But I shut my eyes
I’ve imagined every excuse
You could think of
But never the color
Never the heritage
Never the roots of it all.

Thinking back
There was a time
When I lived at a small town
I was but seven
And fascinated with magic
Funny enough
A family of five
Came into town.

They were witches
The grownups said
They might put a spell on ya
They said and with that
Voiced barriers were made.

But I wanted to learn magic
Due to circumstances
I wanted to cast a spell
And protect myself.
I wanted to be invisible
To the masked people.
So either I died trying
Or never be able to.

And yes
A magic spell was cast
“Friendship”
The most beautiful there was.
I learned so many things
But never magic.
Sometimes
I was invisible to some people
Since they thought
I was stained
Which didn’t really matter
Since I was having other
Much more troubling affairs
At that time.

I once asked them
Why is everyone saying
You all are witches and yet
You all don’t know any magic?
Antonio’s mom answered
With a pained smile
“Well, it just came to be that way.”
I couldn’t understand why
She answered that way.

In fact I couldn’t understand
How his dad was always
Looking for a job
He often was fired
After a week or two of getting hired.

He was a loving father
He never drank
I never saw him raise his voice
He could do just about anything.
In my eyes, he was such a good guy
I just couldn’t understand it.

After a year
They left town
I never saw them again.

I didn’t get it back then
They were having a hard time coping
Getting acknowledged despite their looks
They barely had money for food
Yet they always invited me
To whatever they had in the table.

Why was I so naive back then?
Why didn’t I see the injustice?
Why did I shut my eyes?

Resilience by Rosalva Ruiz (SuperNova)

I finally understood
What my mom said
Back in the day…

“To be in the light
But with sight in the dark.”

Politics
Is a nasty place to get sick.
While my heart was in a storm
The so called friends
Who I haven’t heard from
Since long ago
Started knocking at my door.
Although with smiles and concerns
They were asking for my kin
The knives on their backs
Were visible enough…

“To leave a good impression”

With a composed face
And a tender smile
I said
“thanks, everything is fine.”
Always cry in the dark
Unless
there is no other choice…

“To save all your contacts”

Hospitals were in full capacity
The ambulance was driving
without destination.
Netting
For a simple bed and a machine
We were in search.
What a simple task
But what a big deal to catch.

“To think ahead, just in case.”
According to the numbers,
It had to be outside our state
the closest
Was to the west.

A call to the ambulance
To state our decision
To the west is our quest.
With extreme precautions.
Also
“We are running out of time”
They said…
We were in despair.

After a few calls
Finally! we have a bed
A machine as well
There was no time to spare.

We were all in different places
Through WhatsApp
We were connected.
Hearing
Even with his short breath
His last words
Were grand…
For us to take care
That exposing himself
For others to stay safe
He would gladly do it again.
For us to not let any dispute
Get between us
To be closer
And live to the fullest
And lastly
That he loves us
And if God wants it
He will follow…
We broke in tears.

While saying he is fine
To the butchers
In our shut doors
We prayed for his recovery
We made promises
To La Virgencita.

Now
It seems funny
How things come in bundles
After eight long days
Of being in dismay
Hanna came to play.
Although the damage was minimal
At my place
Flooded halls
Were at the hospital.
Afraid we were
And the hyenas
Were at full swing
Messages, phone calls
They were driving me insane
Anxiety crept in my heart.

The power was on
And that he was still alive
At least
That we knew
But nothing more…

After the 12th day
We received a message
A hoarse voice
Saying
“Que hubooo? Como andaaan?”
I squeezed my cellphone
And burst in tears of joy.

I thought it was over
I thought that was it
But the wolves were hunting
They wanted their prey.
An ambulance came out
A two hours way
A wreck was on the way…
Another car was on the back
And my kin was finally safe…

This, I also learned
To never forget
Smiling faces
aren’t always friends.

Resilience…
Human kind is bound to be resilient…

Forbidden Path

A Forbidden path
She took in her past

A drunken dog
Is barking at her door
After not finding the keyhole
Howling
came from the freaking wolf.

Pity
the neighbors felt
After a few months of separation
An empty house
Is now making noise
He is now outside his home
While the girl
Doesn’t open her door

But they don’t know
Today was a day of reconciliation
He is celebrating, I suppose…

But not for her
Today was the first day
Of their last chance.

Today marked their reunion
Today was a new beginning
Forgetting his past adventures
His grotesque words
Even his lack of responsibility.

She tried not to step
On the forbidden path.
She did her best
To be against all odds.

Her aunts, her friends
They all were against divorce.
That forbidden path
Too uncanny for this girl.

She’s portrayed as cold blooded
With almost no loving.
House wrecker
And soul sucking…

As for her
A darken veil of hypocrisy
Is all she sees
Hatred for the adventurer
Disappointment from the sweet talker.

Divroce is all she thinks
Forbiden path it appears
She doesn’t care
Loosing all kinds of friends
Freedom is what she seeks
Peace away from that mess.

She opens that door
While carrying her son
With a suitcase on her back
Today was the last chance
This is goodbye
Carry on forbidden path.

Hanna and Covid19

Cold breaths whisper in my ears
Friends and family have disappeared
It creeps under my skin
Loneliness and fear
Yet here I am
Dwelling on my troubling
Stupid and insipid sentimental being
Without knowledge of your presence
I was paralyzed.

Unlike your flowery name
You swept all my flower beds away
With them and the grace of God
You came to clean the unseen
Although, you are also the One
Who made all come
Together as it seems.

As we prayed through the night
The sight of your wings
And the blow of your strenght
Kept us awake
All through the night.

*something I wrote during Hanna hurricane. I’ve lost many friends during this pandemic that I dare not count anymore. Hope you all and your family are doing good. God bless

That is all

It’s not the colors
It’s what’s behind it.
It’s not the job
It’s the worker.
It’s not the rioters
It’s the sleepwalkers.
It’s not the dying
It’s the living.
It’s not “together we stand”
It’s the injustice at hand.
It’s not the nation
It’s the leader.
It’s not the eyes
It’s the soul.
It was not yet his time
That is all.

Nameless love

You are bound to be free
and that is how
I will let you be
This silence is my love.
This smile is my farewell.
I can not say
You are my first love
Yet you are the one
That hurt the most.
The moon is clear tonight
The waves are ready
To sail away.
The treasures are left
Forever to be lost
And the wind
Has set its course.
Pretty sure you will
Set foot in many ports
As for mine
Is for ever closed.
Goodbye
My nameless love.

Spring break of March

Back when the day stopped
In March our world had a break
We stopped and breathed
And others stopped their breaths.

A march was on the way
Of no hugs in display
The love was in the air
Yet disease was also there

Unconscious walls were built
The unseen were feared
Robbed we were
Violated as well

The gods were no where
The scientists were busy
The teachers were learning
The kids were struggling.

It was left open
Our lady is broken
Her flame is gone
Nowhere to be found.

Alone in distance
In distance we face our whole
And the earth is healed along.

The extinct are now seen
There is a new color to the eye
A new horizon is in sight.

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