It’s Ok.

It’s been a very long time since I share my poetry here, but this one came to me recently and I think it’s a very important reminder for everyone in this world of constant hustle. Vulnerability and perseverance are wonderful, complicated things – hope you enjoy this little piece of mine.

Switzerland Cristina Nogueras Suiza

It’s OK.

It’s ok to fall down
to get up
to try again
to get it right
to try new things
to fall down
to get up
to rise above
to lead the trail
to stand out
to fall down
and fall down
and keep falling
then stand up
dust off
chin up
smile on
(or not)
but keep going.

-Cristina Nogueras (10.16.19)

What’s up with the mask?

We seek to hide our imperfections,

raising standards with lies of perception.

We can’t face the truth alone,

yet we fly solo and forever roam.

We are selfish creatures seeking what we are not,

creating fantasies, thought after thought.

You give your all, you expose your fears,

yet when you scream, there’s no one near.

You see things in multi-color, fairy dust and all,

then reality hits and you start building walls.

 

By Cristina Nogueras © 2013

We’re Not Perfect

We’re mere strings hanging from the ceiling,

cracked crystals spreading out the light,

in multi colored pieces that only shine at night.

We’re fragments of dust, as heavy as paper.

We’re flying around, but it’s wind that propels us.

Twisting in the air with no clear vision.

Hearing different beats but smiling in unison.

We’re grains of sand filtering through the cracks,

pieces of yesterday sprinkled with hope,

forgotten in a corner and forever lost.

We’re waves that come crashing ashore,

the waves that move more than just water along.

We crash and we fall, we refresh it all.

We are colored feathers moving to a beat,

surrounded by fragments of what we could be.

We are drops of the universe, surrounded by heat,

running through the stream, aimless down the street.

We’re not perfect, we’re far from it.

 

By Cristina Nogueras © 2013

Treasures

We all have scars, we all have pasts,

Stories that have been told,

Faces that have been forgotten,

Kisses that have been lost,

And smiles that still haunt us.

We all have footsteps spread around,

Footsteps that have been erased,

Marks that have been preserved.

We all have things we’ve left behind,

Memories that still ache,

Screams we still wish to release,

Tears we have shed in days far gone.

We all have holes that have made us whole,

Scars that have made us human,

Aches that have made us feel,

And tears that have taught us to love.

Because a love so pure can only come like that,

Polished and refined by wounds we still carry.

Because some things we forget,

Some things we carry forever,

Some things we just let go,

And some things become treasures forever.

Written by Cristina Nogueras © September 4, 2013.