It is redemption what I feel when I am with you, suddenly the forlorn past slithers silently entering the gate. I convey only to myself by the tears falling in my company, and my unspoken words are my invisible partner. In my stillness I marvel at the possibility to disregard the yesterday, and the impending elation of our bliss becomes my stanchion. Today is today, and the tomorrow is yet to be. I know that although my heart aches in my silence, it peacefully awaits for the embrace of triumph.
by Sandra Acevedo