Author: dacapoalpoetry

My journey to finding myself began with music, continued with poetry and keeps going with these two blending harmoniously.

Reflected Light

The shard of glass reflected light,
Never before had it been bright.
It looked so pure and so unique,
Forgetting, thus, it’s true physique.

Drawing attention to itself,
Special and valuable it felt.
A precious jewel now it was—
Self-proclamation with great faults.

”No one can shine the way I do!”,
It cried out loud and, thus, all knew;
But it had no light of its own,
Only reflecting stars which shone.

It seemed to be and yet was not;
Nothing to offer, only cuts.
It only fooled: others, itself,
All it could do was lose, repel.

Trying to bury light within,
To trap it there, such precious beams,
It failed to catch the rays of joy
And it was empty—such turmoil!

Not far away, with silent peace,
A precious diamond knew true bliss.
Reflecting light just like the shard,
It knew how pride to disregard.

Although not first to catch the eye,
Its value one couldn’t deny.
It was unique and knew its worth,
Thus no such ego could it hold.

Reflecting stars, it held their light,
To others it would spread delight,
With no desire to retain,
No thought of self, no greedy chains.

What it received, the world it gave,
Spreading around the light in waves,
Spreading the joy, the hope and truth,
With all to gain, nothing to lose.

– Patricia

With Love

To the one who knows me whole,
From outside and to my core:
Facets hidden from the light
Do not mean darkness or night.

To the one who sees within
All the wrongs I can’t redeem,
All the shards, the broken parts:
Those I cannot disregard.

To the one who hears my thoughts,
Waterfalls on rusty floors,
Burdens piling to the sky:
All of these I won’t deny.

To the one who loves all these:
Imperfections will not cease,
But I am unique through them,
This I’ve come to understand.

To the one who makes me see
That I’m free—unicity:
Keep on loving every dent,
None of them will I resent.

To myself,
With Love.

– Patricia

Even If I Die

Engulfed in thoughts which touch the sky,
Voices around me I defy,
Erasing doubts and seeking light,
Now world and infinite unite.
I’m anchored and I won’t let go,
Forever truth, forever whole.
In life and death bliss I’ll have known.
Despair and fear are left behind,
Inside meaning and worlds collide,
Ending an era—breathing twice.

– Patricia

Guiding Stars

Amidst the darkness of the forest,
I look up at the sky above.
My mind keeps dreaming, I am restless,
As stars keep talking about love.

They show me greatness, keep me anchored
To worlds outside—and one within.
I gaze at them and they are faithful,
They lead me to the state I dream.

They tell me secrets, sacred whispers,
Enlighten me with wisdom—words;
I love myself despite my shadows,
Another fate thus now unfolds.

Accepting weakness, finding greatness,
I’ve now evolved—another creed.
And just like stars, I shine in darkness,
Knowing myself—I have been freed.

– Patricia

Stargazing

Surreal peace comes from within,
The night grows darker like a dream,
And stars begin to light the sky
Reaching my mind, my heart, my sight;
Growing amidst the wind, the storm,
All daring wishes are reborn;
Zealous to reach the stars, they shine
In new-born thoughts they are defined.
Nothing can stop their quick ascent;
Gaze after gaze, I’m now content.

– Patricia

Rust

The empty shell is full of dust,
Nothing within to light it whole;
Its walls—once bright—are full of rust
And its downfall one can’t ignore.

No sign of art to give it life,
No treasure here to be revealed,
Just black and rust spread out inside,
The dreadful fate has now been sealed.

Or so it seems, as time flies by,
Leaving its trace on empty walls;
It paints with colours of a sky
Cursed by a thousand one black holes.

Degrading into pecks of dust,
The shell becomes one with the wind,
Flying away—a moment just,
A falling star thus mirroring.

– Patricia