"In the Arms of Peace"

The first instalment of my series of poems I wrote while extremely depressed.

Plentiful fruit, the tree of love

Branches of life reaching into the abyss of despair

Twisting through giants with hundreds of arms,

Same pattern every day; Wake up:

Smile and nod,

 Smile

  and 

nod. 

“Fake it until you make it”, everyone says.

 both comforting me and holding me prisoner.

but I didn’t make it. I walk towards the full tub-

enveloped in a tattered sepia cloth…

Water and blood 

Sangre y agua.

I close my eyes and settle in eternal peace, until she comes.

 waiting and waiting until i can see ancient cliff dwellings under orange skies 

return me to the days of arsenic beauty wafers and safety coffins,

Perdoname mami

Perdoname papa

Perdoname Madre Mia y guíame a la eternidad.

Pero Diosito me está esperando en su reino

I close my hands together in my last stretch

Bendita sea tu pureza,

Y eternamente lo sea, que todo un Dios se recrea con tan graciosa Belleza.

The air felt new and easy and as I looked beyond, I saw Her.

I ran into the waiting embrace,

and took our holy mother’s hands, playing ring around the rosie

Feeding the ground with tears

“Un dia lloraras lagrimas de sangre”, my mother would tell me

-Pero mami, ahora llora lágrimas de oro.

 Beauty would be an insult to their divinity and grace

and I kneel for,

I am a simple creation.

-Krishna Salano