The hidden truth
is within me
a little voice
behind my ear
a little lie
beneath my skin
that inner feelings
I have somedays
the anxious fears
that scares me away
to hide and run
from others
and from myself...
The hidden truth
is in plain sight
and yet,
nobody sees
the scars
the pain
because
we are blind...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Thursday, July 11, 2019
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Breaking Water
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
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Today I stop by this little park in my son old school. Long time ago, in this same place, I asked him and his classmates what did they wan...
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I am done with the drama people that run around the world pretending to be who they are not... I am done with the emotional needy... eve...
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They stood there for you to see But you walked away... now they are dead, killed by the cold nights of an imminent winter of the soul...
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