My mirror of lIfe ~~~~~ and what a mirror it is

The real truth is that I would like to escape from my being.

                   Detach my body from my very own skin,

peel it layer by layer to uncover what lies

                   beneath the surface of those petals......

and thorns that I piled up year after year,

                   of who I am and of who I want to be.

I want to be the flower that grows wildly

                   in the dirt, the feather that always flies free between

those cracks offences. A wise woman.....

                   once told me, don’t worry about yourself,

worry about who you could be always ......

                   I want to be the woman who can sit

at a desk and writes pieces of oceans,

                   rivers on a white space in a place

where imagination has no border...

Sometimes you will never ever know the value of a moment

until it becomes a memory they say.....

And so we shall all pass through the darkness

to reach out to the destined light.....

 It's a funny thing we learn about Life, once we begin to take note of the things 

we are so grateful for, we begin to lose sight of things we really think we lack.....