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Shipwrecks

  • Xana
  • Mar 31, 2021
  • 1 min read


<< I am devastated, I burned the ships trying to return, I left them stationed on the shore, supplicating, fearful. I risked my life and push away hope and fear.

In the uncertainty, I tried to resume my return, but my body prevented my departure.

What have I done? I forgot that I am only human, not immortal or goddess.

I wish I was, an imagined heroine, one of those who are not wrong, who do not succumb,

I'd not be moved, nor would I feel guilty, for she would have done what was expected, "be perfect."

I don't know who I am, I don't know who I love, I don't know where I'm going, I don't know if I found myself or lost myself even more.

This is a shipwreck, no ships, no shore, no sea, without time or space >>


I named Jimena, preserve me God from punishment

 
 
 

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