"Coming of Age"
"Sucede que me canso de ser hombre"
It happens that I find myself torn by the immensity of life.
It happens that I weep and howl at the oceans horizon begging the sun to adopt me from the earth
so that I too, can lose sight of the bloody clinics,
empty schools raped with graffiti, and the cathedrals filled with the soggy prayers of weeping mothers and the insomnious midnight saints.
As I stand there knowing yet never really knowing if I will ever
caress a celestial body
or hold the moon's hand
I sink deeper and deeper within vaults of uncertainty
where I guard with red envy my stores of
ponderings and frustrations.
The rough pelt of a man, covered in scars, weighs itself down on a body
without faith, without guidance.
As the long silver winter stretches out across the fields of golden summer
to grasp out for what once belonged to a child.
Only Time will sing me soft lullabies now.
Only Night will kiss my weary eyes to sleep.
Only Solitude will greet me when I wake.