By Alicia Ortiz Alba
We would like to thank Tania Acosta (she/her/hers) for allowing us to feature her poem for this week’s creative work. We hope you enjoy it!
When Daylight Comes
At sunrise, my window catches the folds
of colors. Leaves swaying from the trees.
Beads from your bracelet scattered – left behind.
The memories of us fade into the sky.
You are no longer a part of me. Red-
winged birds chirp. The hold
on my chest releases. So now
they might recognize this pain is over.
Your tortured song
poured out from
a place this woman no longer wishes to hear.
Young, intelligent, beautiful, and finally her.
From rough hands
over to a gentle new surprise.