Lost (Poem)


Feeling like I’m slowly dying…

Is this hell?

The sun shines brightly outside…

I can’t see it or feel it….

Why can’t I escape this darkness?

My soul is screaming…

My mouth is keeping shut…

Is there anyone out there who’ll see how much I’m hurting?

The cruel stares…

The harsh words…

They’re judging me for being lost, but why doesn’t anyone help me find my way?

Feeling so alone in a world of thousands…


How long do I have to pretend that I’m loving being lost?

Still I keep surviving…

Still a small hope burns lightly inside of me…

Will I be able to find my way on my own?

Answer: Yes, hope can help find the way. What matters is that you don’t give up.

Tiptoed (Poem)

Shh my soul said,

The wrong word might cause him to leave,

My heart stopped with what I said,

I waited for his response and wondered if he was going to leave,

Over and over I felt I had to watch what I say.


Tiptoed with love,

Always trying to be careful of the love that felt so fragile like glass,

I tried to hold on tightly to love,

Yet I was never happy with love that was like glass,

I was too stressed because of that love.


Eventually that lover walked away,

Eventually the glass broke,

All I could do was watch him walk away,

All I could do is cry over the love that broke,

Yet time made me thankful he walked away.

Spanish Translation: Puntillas (Poema)