As children we ask big questions to try and make sense of the world. As adults we offer answers without proof. In reality, there isn't any single answer. We all must walk our own paths and find our answers to our truths. If we were meant to be in each others lives, we will find each other. When our paths become one, we find our proof, we find our truths, we find our answers. It's not about the answers themselves, it's about how you get those answers, the paths you took, the new friends and lovers you made along the way. As kids, all we think about how big our world is but we fail to really comprehend the enormitiy of it all. At the end of the day, proof is what you personally believe, not something materialistic... My proof are my words.
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Isabel Ana Zavala
Have been loving to write since a child. Never got anything published, I write more for myself. My everyday life. My children, My illnesses. The darkness we all have, The lightness we all want.
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Catastrophe
You turn my mind into a catastrophe. It implodes within itself. My emotions, my thoughts, my very being scattered every which way, like a million puzzle pieces being pulled apart to begin again. Our assumptions became termites in our relationship. We never invested in an exterminator. Bit by earth shattering bit, eating away from what my reality of you was, is and will be. Our foundation became brittle. Brink by sinister brick, your tricks became habits. Release me from your grip. Mind going mad and people don't undersand, how can you be so unhappy when you're the epitome of a perfect couple. There's no such thing. The catastrophe is within the two of you and it cannot be tamed until your hearts are full. Until then, the puzzle pieces will not fit and your worlds, forever catastrophe.
By Isabel Ana Zavala5 years ago in Poets
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