PANACEA

BY ISABELA GUZMAN YEPES | @ISSY.GY

to be.

Human beings
so beautiful,

    yet so forgotten,
                             

                           
                               They don’t see
                                                     that the universe
                                                                                       is,

because of them.

IV. To return home.

The day when
my body returned to earth,

    that day,
            I tasted

the delicacy of peace.

      And I savoured it,
                                    
                         savoured,
                           
                                        found delight in.

Until my eyes saw sun rays again,

                                                                 Le goût amer de la vie.

To fall in love.

I want to fall in love with life again,
I want her to open her arms wide to me,

for her to forgive me,

 for her to give me
 the most gentle 

kiss on the forehead,

and most of all,

I want her to tell me everything will be okay.

To forget.

To everything forgotten,

remember me,

look at me in the face,

because you,
as much as me,

have lived alongside fear,
                                      and pain.

I beg of you,

                    remember me.

To remember. 

I saw a butterfly yesterday,

at that instant,
I remembered

how beautiful flying is.