The Load ©

A heavy bag of emotions it’s all that I have at hand. A heavy bag of intentions it’s what you seem to have. Perhaps together we can share the load, perhaps together we can carry it all, walking side by side, we could reach the wall, the one where we could just toss it over…

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Betrayal ©

An overwhelming feeling of frustration came upon me after the betrayal because the order had been altered the direction had stopped making sense and because the steps that we had well counted were now pointless as it was my own dismay. By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) #carolinaswords – October 29th, 2016 – 9:50 am

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DRY ©

Breathe, my dear, breathe, and don’t ask me to dry out your tears… for you knew what I had to offer and yet you decided to feed your fears. By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) #carolinaswords – July 2016 ©

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Catatonic State ©

Crying in desperation while trying to erase the sings she stood in the corner of the room pressing over her eyes.   The visions that carried the anguish with power, magnified the fears and the fears overshadowed her mind while her tears rolled down endlessly.   Her throat felt tight and the air felt thick…

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Regret ©

Returning to your arms, expecting to be loved, gracefully wanting more, respectfully knowing there is only lost, endlessly hopping for more… Toxic interpretation of what I know. By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) July 2016 © #carolinaswords

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Pressing On ©

One by one I feel them in my skin taking over my will and overpowering my sins. One by one I feel them firmly on me taking away my silence and echoing your screams. One by one I feel them marking my skin giving me fear and sorrow while battering my wish. One by one…

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My Ghost ©

Is my ghost staring at me?Screaming in silence,what my deft heart has not been yet allowed to hear?Am I just witnessing it howl?Its knees are bending, it all comes down;its air is gone, but its eyes still shine.Nuances of restoration,fixated with my volatile lifeare stitching an endless pathwhere thorns of saltscrape the silence,and agony becomes…

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