Drought Season
I look to my inner
center--Who am I?
If ever I knew
now it escapes me.
Once my spirt
boundless,
no longer exists,
Where did I go?
When did the river
run dry? How
did I not see
the drought coming?
Did the rain stop
falling, or did the sand
greedily drink the stream
inside dry?
No longer will tears
swell in my eyes
Death of my Spirit
means I no longer cry.
Rohnnda Sayri Benavente
center--Who am I?
If ever I knew
now it escapes me.
Once my spirt
boundless,
no longer exists,
Where did I go?
When did the river
run dry? How
did I not see
the drought coming?
Did the rain stop
falling, or did the sand
greedily drink the stream
inside dry?
No longer will tears
swell in my eyes
Death of my Spirit
means I no longer cry.
Rohnnda Sayri Benavente
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