Poem

Isabel Talero


It’s funny to see,
after spending years fascinated by the great tragedies of history,
I might be living one myself.

It feels bittersweet and eye opening,
on one hand,

how this uncommon series of unfortunate events
feeds shamelessly my morbid desire of knowing
what can go wrong next.

At the same time
that I desperately wish
it will be over soon.

It’s not easy going through the realization
that all your plans have changed,
and that the life that surrounds you
is tiptoeing on the edge.

Time leaps and pauses,
in a never ending dance of alien monotony
as I hit my 18th day
trapped in this viciously comfortable cage.

By looking outside the door,
I constantly get swallowed
by the roaring chaos of the world.

Therefore I've decided to have a glance,
to dive,
to burst,
in the sea of unsolved chronicles that i carry inside.

Ironic as it sounds,
living as myself
does not mean in living in myself.

So I decided to adventure
in the living maze,
in the endless home of my bare self.

And as silly as it sounds
I have discovered
a lot.

I have discovered myself.

And all the unprocessed life lessons
I have gathered
through the last year of my life,

slowly seem to unveil their
wiseness to me.