Treading The Sky
By Maria Marqués
The limitlessness
of the words that
penetrate who
I am,
lights up
something, rather
indescribable
I often try to depict
boundless existence
through my heart,
telling everyone how
it feels to love
so much,
so deeply
but,
when I am acquainted
with self-imposed
limits structured by
knowledge and
doubt,
it hurts me that
in this world
we often
attempt to reduce
ourselves
to narrow the bits of
us that cry to be
heard and seen,
to be strictly the
versions of
humanity
we have been told
to embody.
The thing is, when I
am confronted with
depictions of
true beauty,
so infinite and unsure,
I have no choice
but to impose
my desire
for the stars
within us, for
whatever lies
enclosed
and demands
being heard,
for it all
to burst.
I am drawn to
the view of
our being and
our versions of
destinies, as
being utterly
the products
of love in
the beautiful form
of limitlessness,
that which all,
all of us,
carry.