I wrote this poem in 2017 before I moved out of Puerto Rico. It was one of my favorites.
From a far, what do I see?
A little boy crying next to a tree.
As I keep getting closer, my tie keeps getting tighter.
I kept walking because my father raised a fighter.
Vultures flying above me as if they were keeping me company.
They are only there to watch me fail like many.
Cold sweat in the desert.
The closer I get, the more it hurt.
Flowers of my past kept blooming behind me.
Is that life telling me this is a funeral or that I'm free?
Sun-rays gave me warmth when I could be burning.
The more I fail, the more I'm learning.
As I got closer, what do I see?
The little boy crying next to the tree was me.