That Feeling...

That Feeling…
by Diyana Gonzalez

There I stood in front of my enemy,
Its blank face daunting, intimidating.
Slowly, slowly, I pick up my weapon,
A wooden sword, its graphite blade shining in the sunlight.
I raise it up, eyes focused on my target,
My muscles tensed as I planned the next move.
Uncertainties creep upon my thoughts,
And I begin to wonder if I should go that way,
Or move this way,
Or just leave it be.
Frustration and anger gather inside,
As I stare at my paper foe, who patiently waits.
And so finally, 
After struggling and deciding,
I set my sword down and walk away.
Accepting my defeat, 
Knowing I can battle again another day.

Courage

Courage
by Diyana Gonzalez

Afraid of the challenge, but still accepting,
Even though you know you're going to lose.
In the worst, most torturous pain,
And still trying your best.
Dealing with the most difficult problems,
and still trying to overcome them.
Knowing your darkest faults and sins,
and trying to change them.
Smiling in pain,
Trying when it's hopeless,
Afraid of the obstacle,
And attempting to succeed.
Humble. Hopeful.
Strong. Challenging.
All these things,
Are apart of,

Courage.

His eyes,

So pale yet patient,

His skin as black as the night sky,

He dances so swiftly in the glittering moonlight,

So rich with reflection,

Free from the world’s troubles.

But when you look passed his beauty,

You can see that he is broken.

Trapped in a world to please others than himself

Stuck being a tool of entertainment.

I reach out

He stops and shies away

But soon he comes towards my direction

And places his head under my hand

Crying with joy.

I smile and rubbed his smooth, slick-oil skin,

I could feel the emptiness aching in his heart,

His want to escape from the plastic dome,

The longing to taste the salt of the sea,

His desire to be free from a world of turmoil.