Wednesday Blues

There is no gentleness,
No kindness,
No soft landings here.

Everything was once golden,
But the light never reached the shadows.
Where everything glittered
Were shards we tread upon
Cutting our soles to attain
Who really knows?
Always too high, too lofty
Unreachable goals.

But was happiness too much?
Perhaps it was envy,
Perhaps the dissatisfaction
Of looking in from windows
To all I could never have
All that is, that would never be mine.

Peace eluded me,
So I made up for it with pride.
But what is in me now?
Except for the vacuous hollow
The deep and dark emptiness
That hold all that I love
And somewhere from there,
The light explodes in my eyes.

-Noemi Garcia Rigsby