CONCURSO SEMANAL - Juego de poesía - Día 4 - Fondo de recompensas 50 STEEM. Poem Broken thorns. By @fjjrg

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Broken thorns ...

Sometimes life tests us, it squeezes us,
the passage of the river drowns us like grass
crushes us like the earth the passage of the beasts,
it wounds us like fire,
It marks us like the thorns stuck in the skin.

Sometimes we want to get up and grow,
sing, dream, laugh, cry, feel and scream,
run, walk, jump and walk,
and that's when we feel that they shut us up,
that wake us up, leave us breathless,
that bind us, bind us, bind us,
that fill us with obstacles,
that bind us, mutilate our words,
that fill our eyes with darkness
and they leave us in distress.

As time goes by,
and meet so many stumbles,
these are forming layers, shields,
they are forging the character,
They are encorazando the feelings,
they harden the soul,
for life marking it
and without realizing ...
we become hostile,
fierce defenders of our wounded integrity,
we raise our guard and we stack barriers,
we create impenetrable walls,
where even the same thought is not able to infiltrate,
we close ourselves to any new friendship attempt,
we impose a very large distance
for those who try to reach us,
and like in the middle of an avalanche
we leave them to drift before the immensity of the sea,
we sink them into the very swamp of our memories
drowned by so many scars and marks that have left the thorns ...

... but even in the immensity of pain, of fear of the unknown,
from the darkness full of the darkness of the fire that burns and consumes,
a seagull appears in the middle of that sea, which like a shooting star,
it advances firm, fast and audacious, leaving its trail as trace;
a light is presented at the end of that path by entangled vines,
but still with the latent blood of the wounds by the thorns,
we doubt, we are afraid and therefore
we succumb to the intrigue and become judges,
without giving opportunity to who silente
He approaches as a faithful soldier to protect you,
to guard your hands so they do not get tangled up,
subjecting it to the harshest judgment in the universe,
and the sentences ...

... to the darkness of your absence, to the cries of your silence,
to the penance of suffering your indifference, your arrogance and your contempt,
to the fast of your words and the suffocation of denying your breath,
implacably you show hostility to his words,
you have doubts and there are plenty of proofs to prove your scars,
but you do not even allow me to see the marks of those thorns,
fear invades you and dominates, it shakes you and shakes
just the idea of feeling a thorn in your skin again ...

Thus…
let me get to you to show you the beauty of life,
let me show you the simplest things,
let me share the simplest and teach you to laugh,
let me prune those thorns so they can not hurt you anymore,
let me clear your path so that nothing can mark you,
let me make space before the rubble that life before you has put,
let me eliminate those impenetrable walls to reach yourself,
let me face your fears to scare you away,
let me reach the top of your soul and your heart,
and once there you can enjoy the light of your eyes,
of the warmth of your skin, of the gentle touch of your hands,
and feel the fresh and gentle wind of your smile,
and ensure that it never fades or succumbs to any wound,
thus…
... just let me break the thorns of your life!

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_{Texto autoría de @fjjrg}