Diana Miranda

Coming Home,
Wanting so bad
To call it home.
...

The arctic cold that filles your heart,
Like the icy glacier that forms your emotions.
Only ten percent is visible,
The rest is like a treasure
...

Reflection upon reflection,
Everyday is the same thing.
When looking into the mirror
And finding just an outline
...

Look away and tell me what you see?
The vast darkness that asks for the light of day?
Yeah-that darkness that somehow makes you feel safe.
Yeah-that darkness that with the tiny light of day is discovered and all the mysteries of night are there to be uncovered.
...

All the smiles, all the jokes, all the nerves that made us whole.
Where have they gone? Where do I go?
Now that what we were is a simple memory, a piece of history-that seems to be the only thing that keeps me persevering.
...

You have made me love,
You have made me see
That troubles occur if one isn't free.
...