The light in me

I was going to write in Spanish

and I was going to write sad,

tears drowning down my cheeks.

I felt furious,

with no sense of beauty.

No purpose in life, day or night.

I created rivers of salt.

I felt trapped, suffocated.

I didn't know how to follow the rhythm

of the music in my heart.

My books were tangled;

my thoughts in continuous chaos.

I couldn't see because my fears

blurred the horizon.

I wouldn't walk further and beyond my room

because they were chasing me.

I tried to type three times,

and all of them ended in the trash.

But closing my eyes

and clothing my mind

with beautiful light

made me realize...

                     I breath

                     I dream

                     I think

                     I smile.

                     I feel

                     I live

                     I laugh

                     I admire.

Now the piano is echoing

and tearing down my walls,

calming therefore the demons

in the deepest part of my soul.

The Sun wets every corner of the house.

The heart blushes, the hand dances.

My hair is dirty,

but my conscious hasn't been

as clean as it is today,

honey.

I don't want to write sad

because I'm starting to feel happy

of the life that I have.

I needed to let it out

of the cage that is my brain

in order to be, fresh as the rain.