I Thought Depression Looked Like Sitting In The Shower, Sounded Like Exhalation, The silence Of The

“La Lluvia” ~ Jacqueline Acuña

Este poema está dedicado a mi nana, que descanse en paz. Donde sea que te encuentres, espero que sepas que te amo y te extraño. Espero que te guste este poema. Hay otra versión en Ingles titulado “The Rain”. 

“La Lluvia”:

La lluvia nos saludo en el principio del fin.

Nos dirigió hacia el camino adelante.

Un camino enlodado, lleno de piedras, con saltos y golpes.

Un camino muy bien viajado.

Un camino lleno de dolor.

Un camino que dirige a todos hacía el mismo, desgraciado final.

Y igual como vino, se fue.

Inesperadamente.

Nos dejó empapados en lágrimas de tristeza, de alegría.

Pero la lluvia nos trajo juntos, nos unió.

Y juntos lloramos su partida.

Llorábamos porque sin ella había una sequía en nuestros corazones que nunca va estar resuelto.

Las nubes también se juntaran, por el resto del tiempo y llorarán por su memoria.

La agua goteando desde el cielo no estará llena de su presencia.

La agua no será suficiente para aliviar el dolor de la desaparición de la lluvia.

Y aunque no queramos aprender a vivir con el dolor y la sequía lo tendríamos que hacer.

Solamente tenemos su memoria para satisfacer nuestra sed de querer verla, de querer estar redondeados de su presencia.

Solamente tenemos su memoria de la frialdad recorriendo nuestra piel, llevando con ella nuestras preocupaciones y dolor.

Por ella, nos convertimos en lluvia—llorando gotas tratando de limpiar el dolor de haberla perdido.

Por ella, nos convertimos en lluvia para recordarla.

u got through everything u didnt think u were strong enough for

A reminder that turning in assignments for partial credit is better than not turning them in at all. It is. Even if you think you’ve done a bad job and are ashamed of your work, or it’s way overdue, you take whatever you can get. Partial credit dramatically improves your grade over a zero, and I’m always astounded by how often even the smartest kids don’t really comprehend that. 60% is worlds better than 0%. Even 10% is going to help you. Letter grades are misleading and are not created equal. “F"s are mathematically valuable. Turn that late assignment in.

Just a reminder that today is NOT Mexico’s Independence Day, that’s September 16th. Today actually marks the Mexican army’s victory over France at the Battle of Puebla in 1862. I don’t really know why people here in America celebrate today, I guess it’s an excuse for them to get hammered. God, sometimes I hate my fellow Americans. Anyways, it’s not like Mexico celebrates the Fourth of July…let’s stop making Cinco de Mayo a thing here.

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You see,  this is my issue with parents who don’t give their kids privacy as well. They are the same ones who are like “This is my house, I pay the bills. You can do whatever you want when you start paying your own bills in your own house.” 

sigh

You’re not creating space for you’re child to grow. You’re just restricting and preventing their growth. 

“I had a room to myself as a kid, but my mother was always quick to point out that it wasn’t my room, it was her room and I was merely permitted to occupy it. Her point, of course, was that my parents had earned everything and I was merely borrowing the space, and while this is technically true I cannot help but marvel at the singular damage of this dark idea: That my existence as a child was a kind of debt and nothing, no matter how small, was mine. That no space was truly private; anything of mine could be forfeited at someone else’s whim.”  ― Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

Okay but, I hate reading hurt/angst but love writing it. Torturing myself is one thing, doing it to characters & audience is another. 😂

me when I click on a hurt/comfort fanfic and there's hurt in it:

“Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.”

— Joseph Campbell (via quotemadness)

controversial writing tip

open a document and start writing