Flow inspiration

The wind playing with my hair,
the birds singing, the poetry flowing 
and the wrong words, forgotten 
in a wishing well.


Then the calm it's so exciting,
so pure, so unfair,
and I can't stop it, my impulse,
I need to find another way.


Why the eternal and sweetest moment, 
became an horrible nightmare?
Why the cloud did it cover
all the sky in a sadness grey?


It's a haunted story time,
witches are cooking, 
makes a pie
with my fingers and my nails,
but not my heart,
because it's bad.


I said to myself:
Don't be stupid, be a men!
forget the problem, make it dust
but the problem is my mind,
locking doors where isn't there.

Try to find a better place,

another shore, another face,

see the sea with another eyes,

put the brave inside my heart.

Finally found, the secret code

the new faith, the new path door

with the moon, my elven guide,

put the rope inside the bag

and go down under, 

to another land.

Natalia. J. Martínez