Poem By Sofia Moreno

If it were in the hands of the above,
To hold me alive and dreaming;
If it were indeed in their hands,
To let me breathe and live...
I don’t think they’d…
I feel this knot in my chest,
Making me want to rip it off;
And get away from my woman-self,
To forget that I love the ones I should not...
I don’t think they’d…
My throat aches; indeed this box
Doesn’t let me breathe nor talk
And my hands clutched in my chest,
Trying to hide away from all this...
Are you sure it is really fair?
I know, I know, without a doubt I know
My pain is not a lonely feeling,
My aching heart is not sobbing alone;
So many, oh please forgive me…
Forgive me for this…
But tell me, tell me NOW!
If I know my pain is meaningless,
If it is all meant to be…
Then why does it hurt so much?
Tell me God, is it really fair?


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