“Golden Poem To The Doubtful”

By Ariadna Escamilla

How could anybody think it’s wrong?

‘Cause every time I see her, I see me. Her smile reminds me of the Arizona sunset, Her memory stains my mind when I’m falling asleep.

I wear my love like a necklace, Silver ghost of a borrowed heart. She made a mosaic of my broken pieces, How could anybody think it’s wrong?

When I'm tired I write letters to the ocean, I remember the lavender flowers on her hair, Dancing in our garden to a French song, I’ve never felt luckier to be myself.

Eventually, I inhaled a sweet scent of curated dreams, But I held on too long, And breathed out all of my fears. Is it really all my fault?

They said I killed the beauty with a glimpse of desire,

But who says I don’t deserve to love until my love runs out? Or choose freedom over my peace of mind? Who decides how much is too much?

So to all my doubtful ones: Hold on to your wishes, Swim until you get to breathe, Scream your lover's name at a cliff side, Write poems in golden ink.

And prepare your heart to become a garden, Beautiful paradise of a lawless land.