Elenushka Toledo (12/19/1960 / Cuba Havana)

What more
than sacrifices
I have to bear,

A poor torn heart,
a ragged heart that
barely pulsates,
ignoring a solution,

Nor notice fragments of
a broken jar,
nor I see courage to
intent a change,

Deprive of my abilities,
a vision gray,
of latitudes unknown,

The angels taking this grief,
this torn heart obscure,
carefully carried it
up from toils,

And gave it to God.
And there with no courage
no solution, but the heavens
to escort the healing.

And softly descent this
heart to the destiny of a
grieving soul.
And the hand of
God to heal this wound.


©ElenaToledo2008