how much longer until reality comes for us?
why are we still trying to calm a storm that has no means of ending?
why am i uncertain of which path to take-
knowing that whatever i choose
i will never be happy
knowing that holding onto a hurricane
an immense swirling mass of destruction
engulfing me with no hesitation
escorted by the violent winds and endless rain taken with it
i will live as a prisoner
trapped. captive.
unable to escape the arbitrary rage you surround me with
i cling on
latching every bit of myself onto this hell you've created of yourself
others seem to find beauty in pain
but agony is not appealing
loneliness is not art
and storms do not come with exit escapes
but looks are deceiving
after all
you once were a field of roses
pleasant to every eye in sight
so tell me
who snatched your crimson beauty
and replaced it with a valley of harrowing thorns
that now surrounds your heart?
-c. alejandra