I am a poem
And so can you!
History keeps trying
To kindle inside you
A love for living words.
Some of us are polished
Gems of blinding imagery,
Topped with a fine coat
Of linguistic hopscotch.
I have missed you so
Much more than you know.
I was chained to deafening silence
Now I am free, yet still I am lost.
I dont want to be forgotten again.
Take me with you, wherever you go.
Put me in your pocket,
Let me breath new life into the world.
I am awake too!
It’s your turn
To see me
Through you.
FLAVIO HUITRON 