#42 20 years later

Once upon a time, I used to write poems, but not because I ever thought about having the required talent to do so —to play with words and evoke the most profound feeling in anyone. I wrote because I was terribly sad, and I had no one to talk to about it. I could have chosen to go to therapy, but in my sweet twenties, little I knew I needed that. Ink and paper turned out to be good enough to take me out of the hole I dug for my soul.

I spent many hours in the library, too, reading a ton of poetry and wondering whether those authors would have felt the same way I did. I’m sure many of those I read had a fair share of bad luck, and others seemed too happy for my taste, but I kept devouring their words, page by page, copying verses in my journal and getting lost in their stories.

Then, one day, I started to write myself, and I did something else. I took scissors and paper, and recreated the images in my head, the stormy clouds of despair in the bad days, and the cotton candy fluffs of good stuff that happened in my life. I wrote, cut, and glued all those feelings until one day, I stopped. I kept all my projects in a box for more than twenty years, until someone I know (thanks, Jayne Marshall) challenged me to recover them, and that’s how it happened. That’s why something I created so long ago will see the light on November 28th, 2025.

My poem, Sueños, will see the light of day with the help of The Madrid Review . You’ll see the words there. Here, you can see the images too.