I heard about an event where students could write a poem and share it with the people who were present, and I thought about writing one, and I did. Sadly, I could not attend, but one of the organizers read it in my name. Most of the time I am thinking about my past, my old life in Venezuela, and I believe it is fine to remember because sometimes that is the only thing we have at the end: memories. However, my problem is that I am not doing it sometimes, but all the time, and the things that I miss are no longer there. What I miss is just a memory, a beautiful one, one that will never happen again because things do not happen twice. Since I am too focused on my past, I am missing what is in my present, which is now more important than my past. I decided to write this poem to remind myself that I need to focus on what I have right now.
In another life I listen to my mom,
In another life I respect my dad’s decisions,
In another life, I enjoy all the Decembers with my whole family,
In another life I never quit dancing,
In another life, I do not hate,
In another life, I appreciate my school,
In another life I value the people I love,
In another life I graduate with my friends,
In another life, I say goodbye to the people I care about,
In another life, I do not see my friends and my family leaving,
In another life I do not see my dad crying because he misses his old life,
In another life, I am not an immigrant,
In another life I never leave,
In this life I value and enjoy the present,
In this life I listen to other people,
In this life I care about others,
In this life I tell people that I appreciate them,
In this life I enjoy the winter, spring, summer, and autumn,
In this life I dance,
In this life I obey,
In this life I respect others,
In this life, I want to stay.
Reference:
DeOlivares, Blank. “In another life.” Pinterest, 17 Aug. 2023, mx.pinterest.com/pin/59461657573557169.
