I wouldn’t say It’s a poem per say It’s an out cry From inside Bleeding lines Looking for a healing tonic To induce an unfinished scar While praying this pain Is but another past Another world I can cast aside Another reality Written in paper With this humble hand Deliberating If I should also give it breath Or just burn it As if a secret mission Never to be known.
Raw honey That smoothens My rough throat Untying this knot Giving reign To this voice To this pen To this written page.
Glass like tears Melted Purified water To be drank again And again Until others knots Are untied as well.
Raw words Not beautified Just outlined A beginning to an end And end to begin That is all…
There is nothing worse than drowning oneself in agony and despair. Just like a painting that seems exquisite to viewers; to the artist, each stroke comes with exploding emotions that either elevate your soul or bring you down to the depths of hell. The latter happened to me, to the point of almost no return. I didn’t even realize what I was doing tormenting myself with the way I felt and lived, until my 4th child arrived. It was thanks to my sister-in-law that I met wonderful people who taught me how to love, express myself and say no when needed.
At first, I was skeptical with going somewhere without knowing what to expect; however, once I was there, my life changed. Without being afraid of being dejected, I finally spoke my wants and needs. A world full of possibilities was waiting for me and not just hopelessly await for the end of the day. I finally understood that my past was getting the best of me, thus leaving me suffering with every step I took.
Of course, this doesn’t mean I don’t get depressed now, or that I don’t get anxious when I’m around people (which is kind of ironical since I’m a social event photographer). Anyways, I’m just saying that now I understand myself better and embrace my sad moments converting them in another stepping stone to keep on walking with my head held high. Not because of pride, but because that is also a part of myself.
Also, my life has been full of wonderful things that I didn’t pay attention to before since I was too engrossed with other aspects of my life. Thanks to these encounters, I realized that through writing I could express myself better than in person. Thus I started writing almost a year ago. Even though it’s still lacking in many ways, this is a path I have chosen.
I haven’t changed that much, at least that’s what I think; then again, I know that I am not the same as I once was.
*Hi, everybody, God bless. Once again, this is my story for the anecdote day of Mcallen Public Library. If anybody is interested here is the link: