It’s the beauty in her words…

I find it strange yet familiar on how such a young lady embodies such an old soul. Her silence bewilders me as she sits in solitude. I can almost discern her thoughts but she is elusive.

Then her words speak volumes so loud, it’s powerful. I feel her written reflections that echo in my mind, and I thank God for the wonder she brings into my life.

She’s my daughter…

“I am not a look,
I am a feeling.
You will feel my presence
before your eyes
even catch a glimpse of my face.
I am the warmth in your heart;
the glow that leaves you breathless
I fill your corners with comfort.
You will grow used to the feeling
of my love harboring the gaps of your soul
but I can never be enough.
I am the emptiness you feel
the hollowness, wounds left naked
as I fade away.
You will feel me as I leave
The light I had once warmed you with
will grow cold.
The physical embodiment of my soul
That was once intertwined with yours?
Will break away.
You won’t feel me anymore.
My warmth, my love, my soul
the things that had once fed you
have gone.
Now the only place I can be found
is in your insomnia
as you lay awake; searching for me in your thoughts
The only place I can be found
is in your memories
and in the bittersweet throbs
of the heart I once tended to;
yours.”

By Lisette S. Vasquez
Copyright ©2017 Lisette Vasquez

I may be biased, but she’s just a beautiful and talented young writer.

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About Lisa Malabanan

I am a graduate of Rutgers College of Nursing and work as a Professional Registered Nurse in the field of Perinatology. I currently live in the Lehigh Valley, Pennsylvania with my husband and two children. At the age of six, I discovered piano and classical music. A variety of music genres influenced my life through the years, and I’m passing on a love of the arts to my daughter and son. Reading fiction is my escape from the chaos and stress of a demanding yet rewarding profession. For me, writing transcends the diversion of a good book. The experience is like commuting on a New York City subway; diverse people enter and exit the scene, sometimes delays and derailment occur during creativity, and a train of thought is missed or passed over on occasion. In the end, an arrival at my destination is what I hope to accomplish, and I invite readers to take that ride with me. View all posts by Lisa Malabanan

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