Living echo

Life is so strange,
my mind’s a machine,
weaving whispered keys—
Buñuel and Lynch in between.
The angels inside
scratch at the door,
wings on my heart,
fly on the wall.
Concrete burns
the feet once free,
touched by sand,
lost to the sea.
Where are you now?
Where did you go?
A living echo of you
I struggle to know.
One day I'll write down
all the colours you gave.
You made me; I'm your art,
I am your endless wave.

Mother

I am a mother now
I am more than myself
I am what I am to her

My worries are no longer only about me, they are also about her
My desires have merged into what her future could be
 
I want her to be proud of her mother 
I must be better and I must do better

I want to be alive so 
that I can see her grow so 
that I can see what will be 
what will become

Ever Poem

For every poem that I lay
Birds fly in a v-shaped formation
A sea is born

For every flower in my lei
Butterflies softly unfold wings
Stars adorn

For every step that I take
The Earth revolves
Around the moon
Tonight

For every breath
For ever last
For every leaf
Far from reach
For every scream
Wake up to dream
Break up the chains
You’re everything

Welcome to my writings

My name is Fernanda and I am a writer.

In his song, Here in Spirit, Jim James sings: “if you don’t speak out, we can’t hear it”.

Writing is the best way I know to make sense of my multitude. I want to use this space simply to share what I write, put it out there in the world so others can hear it, and be part of the writing community.

The writings will come in different forms – poetry, song lyrics, short stories, etc. If you read them, I welcome your comments. Please be kind. I’m a learner.

Thank you for reading!