silence

many times silence is more eloquent than words.

You know silence. 

Not so sure you know all it's meanings. 

voice inside

my voice inside 

is at the edge of the world

is kind and honest 

somedays childish

my voice inside 

is grateful for the little things I have

the smile of my kids, 

the flowers that 

are on my living room table,

the health of my family. 

my voice inside 

knows more than I do. 

has no regrets. 

Not for the 7 minutes

Not for the 7th stih 

not for anything that in the last year has 

enriched my being with a kind of emotion I was not aware I still have in me.

it is brave enough to make me  unapologetically vulnerable. 

it is that kind of voice that you hear coming out of your being, when your child is hurting, or when you are near a panic attack. 

The voice, the real one. 

The one that never screams, the one that always tells the truth. 

The truth inside a soul. The light that trembles, but it is never extinct. 

it is that voice that when hurting is like the growl of a she wolf on a full moon.

it is never for the weak of heart, but it can bring doubts and sometimes tears. 

token

disappointment from a distance

disappointment is clear and not ever subtle 

if it would be spilled on the green land in front of a church it would burn the ground up to the moment when there would not be anything green around it. 

disappointment is with motive, comes by reason and is always justified, but it demands a lot from any spirit. 

It always comes with a token. 

the token of justified feeling and unjustified repercussions. 

We all need to rebuild from disappointment's dust. 

canoe in flames

your determination fading 

and being reborned 

near the roots of my body 

and light and pure joy in the canoe in flames that somedays drives my thoughts into surrender.

It is a sorrow along the way

A sorrow that needs to be 

and to become so to make room for reality.

meaning

I still carry with me

the memory of your eyes 

when you smile 

the way you talk to me

only through your eyes, sometimes

or through the tone of your voice

the way you look at me 

when you think I am not looking 

and the way you confide in me 

even with things that seem small 

but are not revealed day to day

my imagination is a jester 

the smile 

the eyes 

the words 

the tone of voice 

maybe they have no real meaning, 

only the one I give. 

And I walk away with them 

in my memory

as I can not give anymore. 

secret scar

keep a secret scar  

an emotion I can never hold back

So I will walk 

until that scar will need to close beneath. 

And it will come a time I will look at it

in some sunny days 

and I will smile to the skyes and maybe say

my heart was weak 

but I don't care 

hearts are not meant to prove 

anything to anyone. 

Walk

I will walk from now on. 

walk away as much as possible, 

walk away from heavy feelings

walk away from my thoughts

walk away from conversations I used to enjoy

walk away from your fear 

walk away from the way you already know what will happen

walk away the same as you do

you thought me how to walk away.