Phoenix Eats Chorizo Con Huevos. Poem by G.S Ortiz

I woke up early in the morning to the familiar smell of huevos con chorizo being cooked.

A familiar breakfast that would give the strength to once and for all liberate me from this pit of despair.

There was a presence of light that morning just a sliver really.

Just enough to shine and illuminate the parts that were void of hope.

We were all meant to seek out the origin of our pain guided by the truth embedded in this light.

Everyday we convince ourselves that we are unprepared for the task of living.


I now realize the true standards of life are inadequate to measure our limitless desire to simply live free.

I would never absolve myself from the pain and destruction cause by me to the ones who cared and loved me.

Simply because I arose from my own ashes like some mythical Phoenix. Realizing only that the strength given to me to rise came from the very same people I hurt.

Bettering myself everyday just isn't enough. I can only succeed if I earn the trust by the ones who love and believed in me.

I will wear the pain that I caused like scars ripped across my body and into my corazon as a reminder of all the horrors that use to be.

They will serve as memories of the past as I look into the future and the beauty that lays Just around the bend, out of sight but not out of my imagination.

G.S Ortiz