Becoming Poem by Elena Toledo

Come and let her fall in the silence of your voice;
never ask if she'll remain, the sobs escaping
through the sound of running water will make
her voice in a whisper and reveal the infinity of
her falling tears, rising so many questions, of
which, or why the uncertain secrets of love, the
never ending yearn, that grabs and holds on to
her skin, she becomes steady and firm like the
North Star, waiting to bring her a dropp or sip of
hope, it seems clearly more each day every time
she loves someone Is doomed, good things never
last "she thinks" not for her, she knows is a lie that
keeps hunting her path. Perhaps she shall be like
butterflies and live a life without an address, live
among the flowers and nectars, without the mental
thought of loving again, become a gift to the wind
and forget what gave her so much grief and
unhappiness, she shall live for all purpose of nature.