Blanca Alicia Garza is from Las Vegas, Nevada. She is a nature and animal lover who enjoys spending time writing. Her poems have been been published in the Poetry Anthology, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze," available at Amazon.com. Her poems can also be found at The Poet Community, Whispers in the Wind, Winamop Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Tuck Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review, and Birdsong Anthology 2016, Vol 1.
Holding On
I've been lost in my own darkness,
I've touched the deepest abyss...
feeling like I'm drowning in my own tears.
My heart was in darkness,
like a caterpillar in its cocoon...
searching for a little bit of light to escape,
and I've found it now...
I'll hold onto this rope stronger and tighter,
no matter if my hands bleed.
I will not fall again.
My broken wings have healed,
the sun now caresses my being,
my time in the darkness it's over...
it's time to soar higher than ever before.
Cherished Dreams
If I must leave you first and
travel into that world of wondrous
chimera my love, don't cry for me,
as that would hurt my soul.
Just close your eyes and
feel my presence by your side...
you may not see me for I now
rest inside your heart, feel me there.
Please my love, never forget our
cherished dreams, lift your face and
smile at the Full Moon and always
remember it was you who
healed my broken heart.
The body dies and becomes ashes
but the soul is eternal, and mine will
remain with you, until we meet again...
As two hearts, One soul.
Illuminated Reflections
Another day gone by
The Moon rises
upon the velvet sky
Thoughts of you come
and go like waves
Making storms rise
beneath my skin
My blood flows like lava
through my veins
My heart races, my nerves
thrill to your touch
The warm gentle breeze
caressing my hair
As I hear your name gently
whispered upon the wind
I was trying to write you a poem
but I thought I saw your face
in my old tattered notebook
But it is was only the illuminated
reflection of the Full Moon.
It's early morning now and I'm
still awake desiring your presence
as my lonely heart weeps in silence.
The Forgotten
Which is their fault?
if all they want
is the same things
as any other child?
Learn and play
live without fear
food on their tables
and a roof to feel safe
Innocent souls
with apprehension and
sadness in their eyes
still, kind and sweet
with the purest of hearts
They don't know selfishness
and will share what they have
even if only a piece of bread
they will cut it in half
They are happy
playing with a block
of wood on the ground
while your ungrateful kid
is crying for not having the
latest model of cell phone
While you are taking
pictures of your expensive
meals or clothes
they went to sleep
with their stomachs empty
This world is unfair, selfish
full of empty people.
No child deserves
to be the forgotten.
(Initially published in Tuck Magazine)
~Blanca Alicia Garza
