Mi Pueblo
Something in me changed the moment I inhaled the wind
that whips across my mother land.
Immediately, I felt the strength
of the gale inflate my lungs;
my pores welcomed the brilliant sunrays.
The leaves waved hello; and I was home.
I have seen my own light diminish.
My glow became pale and faded.
Mind converted to a combat zone from the constant clash against my demons.
I now return with vigor, passion, humility
It’s hard to believe one trip,
two weeks, can fortify your soul;
purify it.
It had been ten years,
one decade
since the last time I stepped on the soil that witnessed my birth.
I felt the passion of my people radiate across the skyline
and instead of polluted minds
I saw dreams.
Their ambition spread like contagion through my veins.
I never forgot where I came from,
but I elapsed through life failing to immerse in the pride my roots offered;
Pride in myself,
my work,
my time.
I let unworthy visitors step into my life and leave a trail of desolation.
I now return the fortress of the woman I am meant to be.
Destined for greatness and settling for nothing short of distinction.
I return courageous
shrill of mind
an inferno igniting my desire for life.
I may have fallen, but now I stand taller than ever.