Silence in your eyesight

There was a shadow melt with silence in your sight. Because there was  pain picked up in those battlefields. It shall transform you into someone else. And you flee, to America, grab some beloggins, logging for a new fresh start.
Pain is having needles inserted in your heart like heart-worms. Sticking out each one of them is painful. To lessen the pain you worked youself out of exhausion. You built your own empire. You were your own master. But nothing takes out that pain. You talked about those battles, but the pain was still fresh. Your kids heard the stories, and knew that was not the option. And they grew. And then as a final stroke your flesh was torn... your heart broken into a thousand pieces when one of your kids died. A final stroke to mutation. There are no words for that... there was silence in your heart, there was silence in your sight. You were silenced forever. Pain was your cancer. You asked me for forgiveness, but you battled your own pain. It was not me to forgive you...but you. And I blow .... and you fly... and you smile.... and a tear appears....and a poem comes by.... "caminante no hay camino.... sino estelas en la mar" and I feel you might be smiling with a tear in your heart...
Mariejeanne Carro