I. Flores

 

Such an unpleasant emotion 

that took all of my devotion.

Driven by the fear of failure,

aware that I won’t be a saviour.

 

Why do I fear the ocean?

Why am I afraid if I am so smart?

It feels like an explosion

by how much it aches my heart.

 

My eyes wide open at night,

wondering since when I dread to be wrong,

remembering the excitement of being right

and not the need of being strong.

 

All this ambition that remained

has become wasted potential,

used to keep the people entertained

like a jester did for the influential.

 

I still don’t know what am I so afraid to lose,

when nothing belongs to me.

It feels like I’m every shade of blue

when I try to reach the sea.