Holding The Night

Hanging from the moon

Holding the night

My words come out in silver

They fall spilled

As they make soul puddles...

Where later I’ll place my eyes

Mirror of my feelings

Where my mind gets trapped...

Among blue colors

I sleep this tender peace.

Love solitude

Absence breezes

Quietness.

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Translated from Sakkarah`s Abrazada a la Noche

Thank you Sakkarah for allowing me the honor to pick up one of your masterpieces.

When a poem is translated from one language to another something is missed in the process, the essence is never exactly the same; anyway, I’ve tried my best.

I consider this Spanish poetess the best in our language.

Growing UP

Impossible to go through life…

Without a badly done work

Without a disappointing friendship

Without a health problem

Without a relative’s death

Without a lover’s abandonment.

That’s the price of life.

Yet our reactions to all that

Makes the difference.

If our aim becomes collecting

Eternally bleeding wounds,

We’ll live like injured birds-

Unable to fly.

We grow when we still can see hope

And some will and faith remains.

We grow when reality is accepted

And have enough courage

To go on existing.

I grow when I accept my fate

And have the desire

To make a change work out

I grow by learning

From what I’ve left behind

Devising what is in front…

I grow every time I excel myself,

Love myself and bear fruit.

As I give in,

As I leave marks on my way

Collecting experiences…

I grow as I challenge goals

No matter the negative comments

Or mockery of the others.

I grow every time I get the best

Of my strong character.

Supported by my knowledge, my wisdom,

My sensitiveness, my humanity.

I grow when I face winters without leaves

When I pick up thorny flowers…

I grow as I help my fellow human beings

Giving Life more than I get from It.

I grow when I stand

And don’t get back

When I fight tooth and nail.

Dropped and weighed anchor

Then I feel I shine like a star

Then I feel I'm alive-

I’ve grown UP.

© Dulce