Translated from the Spanish original by L.G.G.
Sometimes it rains inside,
even when the sun shines bright,
and the soul, in quiet silence,
screams without a sound or fight.
Sometimes calm feels heavy,
like a sea that’s lost its way,
and a sigh becomes a weapon
piercing through the heart each day.
Sometimes memories ache,
as if they never said goodbye,
and the past, stubborn and aged,
refuses to let me fly.
But then there are moments
when light slips in unaware,
in a laugh, in a gesture,
in someone who truly cares.
Then the soul starts breathing,
stretching out without fear,
and love, though bruised,
learns again to draw near.
For we are everything at once:
the sorrow, the hope, the unrest,
we are sleepless nights
and dawns that rise from the chest.
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A poem of hope over clouds of despair for a brighter day. Most lovely
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Very relatable write for me, another lovely write of finding a little hope through the clouds, enjoyed the read
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You are very welcome
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