There are moments when all I seek is to listen to sad songs. Pouring their melodies from my eyes when I can no longer cry. I’m back to my writing book because out of me overflow motions of emotions and I’m a ship lost at sea… Hear my breath like crashing waves as my spiritual home crashes and burns. The sacrifices are the wooden pyres built from the wreckage. I thought this was the one, but nothing was salvaged from the wreckage. I’ll listen to acoustic melodies that sound like raindrops dropping their souls into saturated ground—flooding—and I forgot you’re not to swallow air. This memory is choking…me.
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Many things have inspired me along the way, from the way that atoms interact to universal forces working in tandem to bring joy into my life. I arrived from Cuba at the young age of 6 years old, became a big sister to an exceptional little boy at the age of 13, went off to college as a first-generation college student, earned a Bachelor's degree in Biological Chemistry from Grinnell College. After graduating, I became a high school science teacher with Teach for America and taught for 5 years. While teaching, I earned a Master's of Science in Education and Social Change from the University of Miami and then studied at Florida Institute of Technology and became a Board Certified Behavior Analyst (BCBA). Currently I am loving my life as a BCBA where every day I learn new skills applicable in my practice and in my life. View all posts by hellenbarroso