Maria Jerez Balan
It is not in time but with time that she collides with truth A truth that anchors the force that she is. Pain lays her down but reflections stand her up. High enough to hold another’s hand And lift them up Tick toc is how we know clock. Knock-knock is how she hears clock. Because she answers, empathy is her companion forgiveness her unspoken ally, regret her distant friend Fleeting reality is the most melancholic part of her becoming.
