I write these words within my own certainty
From a past that has finally been left behind.
This way is better for the present,
Which doesn’t need to carry extra burdens in my life.
Thus, with forgiveness granted, I threw that memory away
Into the well of infinity to never look for it again.
It went down and deep, with its keys and all the garbage.
I even broke the door into sharp pieces,
And the room that lived in my mind,
I burned it to ashes, which I asked the wind to take away,
And so, it did on behalf of my own sake.
Today, I am attentive to any provocation,
Having built a new room in my mind, and it's for rent.
The payment is the currency of love,
The cleanliness of good communication,
The services of every feeling that awakens at day and night,
As well as granting entry to the respect and the reason of the being...
It´s simple… within a relationship that belongs to two, not just one.
I´m not here to beg anyone.
By: Diana Arco