Jun 2017
I live with my roots embedded, recessed,
weaving branches in my spirit,
branches of hope,
branches of abundance,
branches of blissful yearning.
Some of those are pleading branches;
for the leaves that did flourish,
for the ones that died in the middle of the road,
in the hands of perfidious love’s,
for those that sustained me,
for those who tried to love my entrenched roots,
for those who sought to sow trails of happiness,
for those that were like morning dew and blissful sighs,
for those who were fresh air in the Savannah,
for those that whistled a poem,
for those who wept when my Nightingale no longer sang me a song.
I carry a full moon on my back.
I can’t give her face…..I am too ashamed.
Ashamed of what I've done with my life, in fact, I have done nothing with it at all!
Yet, I still carry her in my back, so she may enlighten my path.
Illuminate what I'm leaving behind, which is still part of my trunk.
To enlighten what has darkened that which has been prolonged.
The road which I have diverted from so many times,
which I no longer know who to pray to….. to get it back…..
as, I no longer know,
if my trails are my fate or sheer bad luck!!!
I carry a full moon on my back, in case she ever remembers to shelter me.
In the event she remembers that I have always sought after her.
I stand firm in what I have sown, with my good and bad harvest.
For the soil that will no longer fertilize.
For the fruits my tree will not bare.
For stories that were not mine, yet I had to live them.
I stay with my glimmering and ephemeral passions.
Those that made the ground tremble.
Those which possessed the land by force.
Those that fertilized my land with dung, thus, infecting my soil.
I stay with my coiled and warped roots.
I'll continue to carry my full moon on my back,
even if she never looks me in the face.
I'll keep the little shimmer of light that still emanates from my soul.
I'm will stay with dreams of hope,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I don't know if I'll have it tomorrow.
LeydisProse
6/7/2017
https://m.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
weaving branches in my spirit,
branches of hope,
branches of abundance,
branches of blissful yearning.
Some of those are pleading branches;
for the leaves that did flourish,
for the ones that died in the middle of the road,
in the hands of perfidious love’s,
for those that sustained me,
for those who tried to love my entrenched roots,
for those who sought to sow trails of happiness,
for those that were like morning dew and blissful sighs,
for those who were fresh air in the Savannah,
for those that whistled a poem,
for those who wept when my Nightingale no longer sang me a song.
I carry a full moon on my back.
I can’t give her face…..I am too ashamed.
Ashamed of what I've done with my life, in fact, I have done nothing with it at all!
Yet, I still carry her in my back, so she may enlighten my path.
Illuminate what I'm leaving behind, which is still part of my trunk.
To enlighten what has darkened that which has been prolonged.
The road which I have diverted from so many times,
which I no longer know who to pray to….. to get it back…..
as, I no longer know,
if my trails are my fate or sheer bad luck!!!
I carry a full moon on my back, in case she ever remembers to shelter me.
In the event she remembers that I have always sought after her.
I stand firm in what I have sown, with my good and bad harvest.
For the soil that will no longer fertilize.
For the fruits my tree will not bare.
For stories that were not mine, yet I had to live them.
I stay with my glimmering and ephemeral passions.
Those that made the ground tremble.
Those which possessed the land by force.
Those that fertilized my land with dung, thus, infecting my soil.
I stay with my coiled and warped roots.
I'll continue to carry my full moon on my back,
even if she never looks me in the face.
I'll keep the little shimmer of light that still emanates from my soul.
I'm will stay with dreams of hope,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I don't know if I'll have it tomorrow.
LeydisProse
6/7/2017
https://m.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
