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Mi Pequena Lily (A Mother’s Envision)

Published August 1, 2014 by moradalila2010

As you dream;

I watch you drift into the skies.

Gliding in the clouds I see your wings.

You are flying away into El Paraiso.

I watch your adult self evolving in my dreams…

Beauty so deep. Driven inspiration afloat.

In your eyes, glittering success and down by the lake I see your reflection so clear and pure…

Youth so well preserved;

skin so soft, hazel crystal eyes of jewels that reproduces your beauty across the land…

It’s not enough, the refection of your grown self.

Would this be you some day…?

Your paradise intertwined with my Garden of Metamorphosis.

Our hands touch;

you held me tightly, never let me go.

Protect me just like your abuelito Tico and your father has.

Never silences the beauty of Las Mariposas…

I awoke and I hear your cries.

Your baby smile;

enlightenment, curiosity, observant.

You my child may not have seen yourself in my dreams.

I know you’ll be alright…

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Lost Sheep (Inner Thoughts)

Published July 26, 2014 by moradalila2010

A mind filled with nonsenses. The explosion has begun. A sheep in the meadow, out in the open. Howling wolves expecting their prey to collapse in fear; waiting for me to surrender. The howls get stronger every night. The approach is near. I am allowing myself to become their prey. Surrounding myself with the enemy, making a pack; exchanging my dignity and spirit for peace and quiet. The smell of fear, worries and disappointments trace my exact location; my every move. My Shepard is no where near. I’m on my own. I led myself to the wolves. All I can do is either run or hide …

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Laid my head against the pillow, seeing your smile and pondering what to do. Your innocence is what I kill for. I’ll sacrifice anything to keep you enclosed, not to be exposed to any harm. But we are destined from birth with a purpose. Why God? Why did I become a mother? Was it by choose or was it destined? While she cries, it makes me wonder if I can do this. I feel shame. I feel anxiety. I feel hopeless. I feel scared … Trying to chase away an angry mob of suggestions, parenting advice and past remorse creeps into my head … Am I doing the right thing? I’m doing exactly what my puppeteer, The Dark Shadow, expects me to do: to follow and mimic others’ lives and advice. All I hear are voices that suggests too much and cast out my inner angelic voice and graceful values. Starting on a sour note.

Trust in Him: Lord, surround my sanctuary with positive and reliable sources. Allow me to trust in you and neither lean upon nor rely on my own thoughts and fears.