Yo voy primero
Looking back at a black shadow That internally tried to melt, Passing unnoticed to most people, And when seen she would avoid problem Giving herself completely to other selves. What is left of that grey soul long ago under sheet? Reborn happened from cracks and shouts, Crying for a different self, different life, Opening the eyes to a new welcome. If selfish vision to internal need isn’t valued, A quick look back will turn her into thoughts, A storm of regretful voices will try to turn her down. A new day comes and with it another old layer gone. What is left of a shut mouth and frightened mind? Wings in her brain along with her hands Creating a way to fight back and fighting a way out. Not a hide under the sheets of fantasy anymore, Nor a need for negation of herself of her wanting. The fight will last shorter and direct her to the north, Always finding more paths towards her discovery: That land of virtues and...