Modern Romanticism

It’s been enthralling
to review your ruins,
dug in, without
limits on the rain,
falling in through holes,
filling in no cracks.

There’s space,
as there’s long traces
to backtrack, to find
what’s been awaiting
yourself, in silence,
in remembrance
of what’s old.

You keep condemning
the little slivers,
those thin rays
of hope, to marvel after,
revealing a garden rising
from a bed of ashes.

To give in, to live within
the infinite colors
upon the layering petals,
you’ll need to see
that there’s a purpose
for the storms.

Life is no cage
like the one that you
continue to rebuild.

Life is the avenue,
a shape without lines,
freedom with no borders.

Take hold of the key
you’ve been tossing aside,
to unlock your paradise
without the divide.