*This is a poem written shortly after I moved from Napo to the province of Chimborazo to live*
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What is the meaning of change?
The definition?
Is there even one?
Most importantly, how do we learn to embrace
Lo que nosotros no conocemos? (What we do not know)
When a life you worked hard to create
Slips through your fingers
Leaving a trail of memories
But no physical evidence…how do you adjust?
At first there is warm and salty water
Falling from your eyes –
The gateways to your soul
Etching the streams of pain inside.
Emotions compile together:
Fear – of the unknown
Anger – at the injustice
Denial – of the new reality
Loneliness – imagining the change
So eventually it’s difficut to distinguish
one from the other.
Sí sé que puedo hacer esto (Yes I know I can do this)
So my heart tells me
But why is there a mental block?
Since I can remember
Change has been a dirty word.
But also a challenge that eventually becomes
Tolerable.
Next, there is nothing.
A void inside, waiting to be filled
Nonchalantly whispering snippets
Of what becomes
Hope.
A child’s hug
A stranger’s smile
Or a gorgeous landscape.
What once was so unwelcome
Eventually becomes reality
Which is at last
Acceptance
Ama la
vida (Love Life).
