i.


there are days
when my stars
align just for me.


my inner cosmos
telling me to write
about the pain.


my inner cosmos
telling me to expand
the universe within.


ii.


there are days
when my stars
collapse.


i am made of pure
darkness.


i am made of pure
anxiety—


terrified of not seeing
the sun again.


iii.


there are days
when my stars
rise—


like the infinite suns
that they are.


illuminating my being.

6th of December,
The one born is my mother.

As she grows older,
Her smile still like no other.

Always there to help me,
Her love for me as big as the sea.

Beautiful like a flower,
My mom has superpowers.

I wish for her in this special day,
May she be happy in many ways.

The warmth she always gives,
I want her to receive.

Thankful for this day,
For God gave me the best mother I could ever have in every way.

Looks are very deceiving.

They see peace and happiness.
There's chaos happening inside.

A ray of sunshine that smiles.
But a heart breaking every beat.

Surrounded by people.
But completely alone.

Not too tall,
Not too short.

Not too fat,
Not too skinny.

Not too pretty,
Not too ugly.

Not too smart,
Not too dumb.

Not too loving,
Not too hateful.

I don't know where,
Where is my place.

That's why I am stuck,
Stuck in the middle.