Apr 15 2012

A great story it came to be

 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


April 15, 2012


About the author

Lucio Muñoz

Independent QLC researcher/consultant who enjoys writing short poetry, short stories, and Haikus to share with friends and family.

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