*This is a poem written shortly after I moved from Napo to the province of Chimborazo to live*
What is the meaning of change?
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
Next, there is nothing.
A void inside, waiting to be filled
Nonchalantly whispering snippets
Of what becomes
A child’s hug
A stranger’s smile
Or a gorgeous landscape.
What once was so unwelcome
Eventually becomes reality
Which is at last
vida (Love Life).