Things feel too unbearable sometimes
Like your thoughts are some lions trying to break out of the cage
It feels too heavy and too much but even so, you couldn't make a single sound;
Earphones are buried in your ears but that doesn't block out the voices talking to you
It's like sleeping under a dusty bed, the neighbor's speakers singing out loud.
As if you're a quiet ocean glimmering beneath the sun
Breathe and close your eyes, feel yourself getting weightless;
They may not see you but you rise
You rise like a balloon of helium,
Once you've reached a place so high, you will feel less worthless.
From an ocean, comes a cloud
You're up in the heavens where no one can touch and hear you breathe
Look down and you count all the people, find out where they're going;
That's how you'll learn this world is a big book, you're not a lonely little phrase
Once you feel empathy for yourself, you will know what you're doing.
Clouds are talented artists from above for how they release the unbearable weight of their existence as the rain
The long showers of water and waves of wind land on you, they go through difficult things, as well;
When it rains, look out of the window, show sympathy like how the sound of raindrops bring music to your quiet bedroom, and how everything in your life then turns real.
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Poems From Puerto Verde
PoetryDuring this pandemic, we find more time removing each layer of our identity. The deeper we look out our windows, more stars appear. Our hair grows longer and longer. Everyday is spent like a time loop. As Milan Kundera says in "The Unbearable Lightn...
