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Cynthia Garcia Poem
She Cries
Cynthia Garcia
Wet Cold tears begin to flood her eyes
Only a blink away from showing her soul
Only a blink away from showing her mine
I don’t know what to do
My chest tightens with overwhelming uncertainty
This feeling this stranger to my will corrupts my strength
I steer my emotions like driving on ice
I don’t know what to do
Alien emotions synchronized pride
A battle between my heart and my mind
This thing this wet rip tide
It spins a web somewhere inside
I don’t know what to do
Yes I love you too
I’m sorry I get stuck
When I see you cry
This isn’t what I do
I killed this vessel a thousand days ago to stay alive
I had to
she speaks a language I cannot understand
A sacred tongue I once knew
When she starts sweating hearts blood onto her face
I clam I tuck my tail and run
I don’t know what to do
Some call it demons grip I call it strength
This feeling I cant run from wont stop chasing
She says it makes her stay
She calls it love and cries anyway
Bats her eyes and lets them fall
Like Heavens stars in nights’ Armageddon
She calls it love and cries anyway
I don’t know what to do
Yes I love you too.
Why
Why do we bleed so much in vein
Copyright © Cynthia Garcia | Year Posted 2014
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Cynthia Garcia Poem
Walls
Cynthia Garcia
I’m a lonely soul in a crowded world
The making of a woman but still a girl
There’s never a chorus to my song
I must be crazy, crazy or strong .
Where do I belong ?
I belong with the wind the rain is my friend
Even though all the stars of the nights blanket
Cannot begin to wrap around my soul to make ammenze
I try to take it in I try to mend .
I see what is and hope for what will be
Maybe what the two can find will make me , me .
Maybe then my wings will fly free .
I won’t let myself fall down I will not bleed
My walls protect me they are what I need .
Some say walls don’t save lives I say walls save my cries .
I keep in all that I have left of me I cherish those walls that set me free .
Inside those walls is a heart that beats solid tears
A heart that’s grown bigger and bigger all these years .
It is I and I will not die I stand ready to face our fears .
Little at a time my pain can yield only with those walls my shield .
I won’t let them go until my heart says so .
My heart will one day grow , then and only then will I know
That time has come Ill take my crown.
Ill spread my wings and open my soul to everything .
Never again will I be that lonely soul that cried wolf
I am the wolf that cries for that lonely soul.
Tears will come and go but in them I will not drown
I am not sleeping six feet below the ground
I am alive behind these walls
Alive and free .
Copyright © Cynthia Garcia | Year Posted 2014
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Cynthia Garcia Poem
Sleeping Girl
Cynthia Garcia
Walking talking sleeping faith
Living running sleeping grace
Make me take me slap my face
Wake me wake you.
Sleeping dancing breathing girl
Crying trying shaking girl
Ask him show him believe him to
Wake him wake you.
Know it feel it live it every day
Just as you did that day in May
When you saw the world your first time
And all became a question.
At the drop of a dime.
The day he woke you waking him
Trust the sun and hold the sky
Barry your pain and let it die
Never to live again
To wake you wake him.
The wind is slow and storms are shy
Its time to fly
All the way beside his bed
To shake him from his sleepless rest
So wake now and wake him this is your test.
Copyright © Cynthia Garcia | Year Posted 2014
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Cynthia Garcia Poem
I knew Love once...
She changed her name many times to stand by my side.
When I first met her she was Light! She stretched her rays as far as they could, touching all my dark nights.
She took me on a journey to learn of all her travels, to know how she grew up, to know just how she became. It was then that I changed her name. I called her Strength!
I watched her smile, I watched her laugh a thousand ways, some were louder on different days! She found glory from the roof top of her soul and sang Halleluyah out every window of her mind! This name was my greatest find!
I called her Joy!!!
It was then that I knew ! I had to protect her with every day that God granted and every lesson God taught me to keep her alive! This would be my fate, this choice would be my life!
I failed her with my jelousy, despite of all the gifts she had given to me! A new name grew from the crevices of my heart. I called her Envy.
I tried with every strand of youth upon my head,
to bring her back to Joy, to bring her back to Light! To kill Envy and find another name instead! When I didn't succeed I learned of a hidden name. One that shadowed in the darkness of my failures. It slept underneath our bed! When Envy didn't reply and Strength no longer answered, it was because her name was Pride!
I watched her leaves change like colors in the fall. I saw her feathers wither away, every one! I saw them all !!! When this day came and all my efforts sank beneath my existance, a new name birthed from my the sadness in my soul...
I called her Broken...
My feet were black and dirty were my hands of all the damage that I had done. I finally understood how I went to bed with Envy, only to wake with Anger instead! I imagined all the ways to find Light, Strength and Joy! None would ever be enough, until I understood how Broken came to be.
It was only then you see that one last chance had been granted to me. To aile my Love I had to barry Pride as far away as I could from me! To live a life with grace, to live a life in peace, to bring back all her smiles, to hear her laugh again in the hallways of my spirit, to hear her sing once more! God! If only I would be lucky enough for one more Hallelujah song! In this final moment of all that I had lost, I found her!
I found Forgivness!
She restored life, her colors green again all her feathers grew greater than before! A lesson I could not avoid a lesson I couldn't ignore! I would never know true Love without any of my failures! I would never see true Love if I never learned Forgiveness!
Copyright © Cynthia Garcia | Year Posted 2020
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Cynthia Garcia Poem
Im made from peices of broken dreams.
I'm made from one mans choice to secure a love that will never end.
Im made from one mans dream of love that didnt make you bleed.
Im made from hopes of tradition and holidays without bruises and broken bottles.
Im made from sand that sits in an hour glass always overlooking the ocean.
Im made from the sound of drums forever beating in the distance no matter the journey.
I'm made of the wind that took my fathers breath away when he cried out to the sky.
Im made from one woman's wish for self love.
I'm made from the muscle in her tears.
Im made from the lies she told herself without ever knowing they were lies.
Im made from a dress she wished she could buy.
I am fine silk forever spinning knots in the tangles of her soul.
I'm made of all the lightening bugs she ever caught to keep the light on.
I'm made of the little girl inside her that never got out.
Im made of the dirt from under her nails.
Im made from music that forced her to dance, to forget.
Im made from the snow that froze her feet as she ran away as fast as she could. Im my mothers damaged goods.
Im made from my Lords tree, the only one that sees me, only me.
Im made from his choir! I'm made from feathers and peices of gold to keep me light hearted and grounded. Im made from my fathers soil to grow roots that never touched my makers hearts.
Im made from love that never knew me and I give what I can't understand.
I am a still sea waiting for the sun to shine on me.
I wait for light that no other can see.
I sing songs to set me free and listen for echoes that never leave me lonely.
I am a fearce fast falling star. Don't miss me.
Don't build your buildings so high that you may never see me fly. Don't miss me.
Copyright © Cynthia Garcia | Year Posted 2020
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