Careful how you speak to me
Or I might run away again.
Words carry meaning, you see,
And I listen to the music of your soul.
Read me like an open book you may, but
Deep down, I always hide myself.
In the darkness of my night I bathe…
Careful—or you’ll only get to see the side of me
Everyone else but few will always think is the real me.
– Patricia
I gasp for air as I emerge from cold and shallow waters.
Drowning in fears—so powerless—I forgot the word called “courage.”
And all I want is to escape, to never know those burdens.
No, I don’t want to face those fears which have become my demons.
I blame myself, for I am weak, a coward and a traitor,
For countless times I have betrayed myself in the face of hardships.
I desperately try to inhale the air that gives me solace,
But muddy water fills my lungs—the pain: excruciating.
I could stand up and get through this, I could face all my nightmares,
Yet I still choose to drown down here, where I can run from problems.
I gasp for air and drown in fears, succumbing to my demons.
They are too powerful for me. So, I choose to be breathless.
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 