I walked in water
River crossing
carrying it all alone
No one to help me
my regrets haunting me
I faced the water
River crossing
some baggage fell
my secrets behind me
no one to tell
I won the water
River crossing
daydreaming
death kissing
wishful thinking.
From the day our words crossed
Remembering things that never happened
I felt my soul smiling inside
Enchanted by the life ahead
Never again will we be apart
Dear friend.
you inherited his eyes
his sweet smile
even his smell
you got his love for daydreaming
and his way of dancing with words
but your face is not the same
he’s absent, lost, sad
your face is not the same
he’s the father, you’re the son
your face is yours.
Your kisses always tasted too salty for me
as if you had more tears
than love to give
But now I know you have ocean water
instead of blood
dark secrets hidden under your soft skin.
you can’t run from me
I feel your depth as I touch your lips
My own death as I drown in your saliva
searching for the truth
your truth
your mysteries
I’m a teardrop in your high tide
Looking for your ocean
A sea of promises and lies
In your perfectly blue shade of brown
And as your sweat runs through my body
I feel your waves
Crying for forgiveness
Can’t you see?
I am also on my knees
As time passes by
I can’t help
but wonder
what am I doing with my life?
I can’t help but realize
My dream is still in the skies.
Show me your scars,
the steps that made you fall.
What helped you
to walk.
Live fearlessly
as if you could.
Because you can.
You can take take whatever it is
and make it faster.
Better. Stronger.
Learn, unlearn and relearn
to navigate this fear thing.
this ongoing feeling of non-readiness,
non-braveness, non-confidence.
But you can. you’re brave and as ready
as you’ll ever be.
Dream louder.
Be bigger.
Had we known the risk,
would we still
Lock our poisoned lips?
Sister, you look tired and sleepy.
Try taking a nap.
I will fight this fight for you.
I will carry the burden with you.
Sister, why is your face so sad?
Is it because your feet are too heavy?
Is it because your words are deadly?
Sister, you should sit down
And try to sleep.
Maybe in your dreams,
You can be free.
You love as if you were at a museum.
Carefully looking through the faces,
Walking silently through the spaces.
Always scared not to break anything.
Never sure if you’re what you’re supposed to be.
You make love as if your lover’s body
was a painting and you were a visitor.
Forbidden to stand too close.
Never allowed to touch.
Writer. Poet.
I am the messenger.
Don’t kill the messenger.
I’m only writing the words that come
I’m only speaking the truth that wants.
I am the messenger.
Don’t shoot the messenger.
I come to bring the messages,
I come to stop the massacres.
I’m only the channel
through which they come.
I’m only the floor
where they sing and dance.
I am only the messenger.
Escreve Eliana, Escreve 