breeze of the sea, smell of the sand,
its been awhile, since I last work on my tan,
as things divert, not according to plan,
finding yourself, in a no mans land,
all this time, I got away and ran,
then I question myself, untill when?
feeling at lost, sitting by the bay,
searching for WHY, under this hot midday,
sound of crashing waves, coming my way,
learning to embrace, come what may
up to them, what ever they want to say,
as we are all human, made of clay
break the walls down, bring down the gate,
time to rise up, above all the hate,
a new song, in my mind it serenade,
so be strong, to endure fate,
tomorrow will be better, so dont be afraid,
pick yourself up, its time to create.
#strengthnotweakness
this piece done after the smoke was cleared. Mom took it and send into her poetry circle. translated in Spanish and fetured in Al Azhar Magazine and also in time of the poet republic in San Diego US.
Woaw, never see that coming. Truly blessed 🥲
