POETRY: The blast and the little boy…

I don’t know if it was a dream because it was something, I couldn’t believe. I saw a boy with tears in his eyes and fire burning his hope alive. He quietly looked up and to God, he prayed “please kill me once and not every day.” I couldn’t watch so I ran and hugged … Continue reading POETRY: The blast and the little boy…

A war between hope and despair

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't speak.“I understand," she said kissing my cheek. “You don't have to say a word. I know what is going on inside of you. The demons are stronger and they're breaking through. You're cracking because you're losing your faith, but the sky is rumbling it's calling your name. I … Continue reading A war between hope and despair

Self-inflicted war

The most damaging wars are the ones we fight with ourselves. When our mind transforms into a battlefield and our heart becomes a no-go zone. It's like we're torn between shooting emotions, bombarded with sentiments. We're ripped between reasons, opinions, and facts. And that is the moment where we lose all sense of what is … Continue reading Self-inflicted war