For your heart that feels too much,
or your eyes that moan too many tragic chronicles,
let us find a home in the clouds' touch
as we contemplate the same sky.
While your hammer of insecurities pounds you with anxiety,
you are the maternal river that soothes all worries;
While your unbidden tears fall then lost to men's notoriety,
you are the love letters unlost to all suffered humanity.
May your next "Goodbye" not an ending yet to the world's ghoulish fangs,
but a new beginning to enumerate more endearing moments;
Your tears no longer to suffocate your ripped, ribboned lungs,
but to rejoice rising from eternal imprisonment.
May you meet the spring to your winter,
who hears your sound of surviving in the relentless blizzard;
Learn to soar free as a dandelion dancer,
for gentle kings too can be benevolent.
May this letter safely arrive at your heart's door,
in the toss and turn of your seas and storms;
May you find a resting place ashore,
and be unashamed of the scars you have entombed.
When your sentiments overflow like a muddled painting,
remember that you and I are alike.
You are the four-leaf clover that is waiting
for the sunlight after rain to take flight.
YOU ARE READING
qurencia < poetry collection >
PoetryA poetry collection of my thoughts, feelings and words from the soul, which I hope to give you a sense of belonging and a homoe while saying "You're not alone". querencia : "A place where one feels safe; a place from which one's strength of charac...
