It was falling from the sky,
Coming towards me,
I wanted to grab it in a fly,
I failed and hurt my knee.
Soon after, I felt the need to cry,
Thinking “what is wrong with me?,
I can not get a hold of my destiny,
Even when it is rushing towards me”.
Now, I feel happy,
With peace inside of me,
I am writing my own history,
A great story it came to be.
Poem by Lucio Muñoz
Vancouver, BC, Canada
lrmt@hotmail.com
April 15, 2012
