Just like
A beautiful house
Cannot built  itself
    It requires a
Passionate builder

  Life cannot
   Create itself
             It
Requires a creator
           God
 
You need to be happy
       That you’re
             Exist
     For you are
       A gift
From your creator
           God

Therefore it is
  Crucial that
     You’re very
Thankful you exist
         For
There will never
    Be another
             You
In this universe

      Allow your
Spirit to fly in greater
           Strides
              For
    Life is very precious
         
I’ve learned to live
With all my might
           For
       I am a gift
       From God

I no longer believe
       In death ,
The great unknown

Infinite is the life
     For me
As legends
     Never
Truly dies

Dare to never
Backs down
From the call
To a life of purpose
            And
      Victory.

A secret rises to the surface
And this crimson sweetness that
It has submerged in

Your memories will fester in your mind
Nurture them or they’ll rot away
Leaving an aftertaste inside your head

Don’t listen to the screaming behind your eyes
Or they will chase you down inside your dreamscape

Blood Red Moonshining in the sky
Calling us awake and into the dark

But our solitude will keep us fortitude
From all these dreams and fears
That perpetuate our lives

Pray by your bedside that the night will end
And you’ll finally see the blue.
Hopefully, it’s not an illusion.



© Sofia Villagrana 2018

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

bicycle wheels are still turning slowly
children’s laughter echoing and cascading
i am on the floor crying and gasping for your help
you’re comforting me, but that’s not what’s most important



© Sofia Villagrana 2018