I, SLAVE
We, the slaves,
I am a slave, and I know it.
They may steal my life,
they may steal my joy,
but what does it matter? I know I am something,
something more than a slave.
I can dream big,
I can dream of the sea,
I can be a gift.
I can offer my precious being,
I can give the best of myself,
that which cannot be caged in sorrow,
that which has no price, cannot be traded,
cannot be exchanged for money. I am human.
The best of me is being human,
a tiny being who dreams,
who spends life crying,
who laughs at his own shadow,
and you know, I can be myself.
I can rise,
despite everything,
and dream freely.
I am something,
small,
a dreamer,
imaginative,
and in the end I will fly,
I will leave my prison,
and I will fly and be myself,
I will truly fly,
and I will leave nothing behind,
and in the end I will be free.
Then I will be the sea,
then I will be the sky,
then I will be nothing.
Then I will be everything,
I will be what I dreamed,
I will be pure air,
I will be light,
I will be love,
I will be that everything
I always dreamed of,
and no one will know that I flew,
and you know, that is good:
to be free.
And I will be light,
in some small corner,
and I will simply be
something new
in the beyond.
I will finally float
in the immense Love,
and perhaps I will disappear,
swallowed by Love.
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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Comments4
This is so beautiful, it's crazy the fact that some are treated so poorly and seen as less than for just being different (:
This is a stunning, beautiful piece. Really enjoyed.
Lovely written, my friend
Death the great leveler and emancipator of all brings peace and love. A wonderful write
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