Wind gushing through my window,
light flickering in the presence
of the walls, and yet a blank mind.

Why is it that nothing comes to me,
even in this most wanting need.
I thrive myself to continue,
where I left off, my passion,
the stages of life through words.

I set my words to demonstrate
stories, love, worries, depression and suffering.
Now, I have a new mission,
to utter my first words to you.
No voice, no body, no expressions or movements,
just words, true words, trying to get you to
know who I am through what makes me glimmer.

No direct conversation, it’s me, this pen and paper,
and well; the stories of you.
Yes, I hear stories, comments
a strong and loving daughter, mother, wife and sister.
My writing is what truly defines my personality,
but don’t get me wrong, we will meet.

The world, is full of surprises
if we’re ready or not,
it still hits us hard or smooth.
It is why we were placed here, to
overcome every surprise we encounter;
keeping our loved ones closer when times
are tough, even when yet so far away.

But that’s not what I learned,
we were formed to this life, this century
to live it in good will.

What is a good life?

That’s something you have to
tell yourself. But, I’m not
only here showing you that
I’m someone who understands and
cares – I know how it feels to
be scared and worried.
Philosophy can also do that
to you.

Yet, no, I’m here to show you who
I am, who I became to be
because of, your brother and my past.
I share to you, my thoughts
of the bad times and good.

There are people surrounding you,
many contains, nothing tangible,
but gushing in that very wind through
that cold window.
I’m here, in laughter, sadness,
hope, and anxiety.
Anxious to meet you, to crack smiles,
living that good life
with no regrets, no worries.

Free verse, poetry, I
heard you’re not a fan.
Let’s change that, as corny
as it might feel to read
and engage in thought, you
may realize many things through
each poem written.
It invites you to an open
diary, invites you to enter
opening your mind and understanding
each verse, each word being placed.
I welcome you to my world,
the true life of a poet.