Poems

  “A Transformative Gloomy Day” By Diana Moreno It was an early gloomy morning in Downtown Los Angeles    I saw the L.A. skyline, the lifeless, colorless clouds set the mood. I felt my bones drained from the company next to me and The city's chaos, the acidic, sour and bitter taste of toxic wasteful e nergy surrounding me, The ugly truth of an absent father, the decision to abandon the gift of magical bubbles percolating inside of my womb. My soon to be the apple of my eye. I will hold you in the warm gentle breeze on a summer's day. It was the first time I tasted peace, once the miserable and anxious person left the Silver Toyota 4Runner truck we were in. I was left alone with my thoughts in the gray back seats, noticing a different sensation I've never felt before. Feeling the taste of tranquility after the storm, intuitively connected to the known possibility, that my body was optimistic, about this aliveness, the reality that I will become a mother. My Reflective nat...

  “The Invisible Cape” By Diana Moreno To revive myself I wear you I put my armor on  The operational invisible cape The virtuous fortitude Commissions me to be unstoppable It produces an alter ego An active sensation of endless power A functional synergy That propels me in any circumstance No more fearful platitude of  I should believe in myself A retroactive approach from the past I will never give you up I am no longer a kid You will stay with me forever This was all you, never me The prolific, addictive force Confidence you are the invisible cover up I will never let you go. 

  "The Nature of My Hidden Epidemic" by Diana Moreno The contemplation in my inner eye Reminds me of my cellular bloodline. The fire running through each vain, Boiling each fiber causing, My heart to sweat. Encompassing the insanity of the past, The body keeps the score. The brain, mind and spirit Combines the boundless curiosity of What a masterpiece I am. The comfort of infinite passionate capacities Compels me to humbly look at how far I've come. The lack of imprecision No longer takes hold of my Wavered emotions. Instead the hidden pandemic Becomes the comfort of a soft Pendleton blanket, Of breaking the cycle, the silence, The miracle of self-discovery.