unspoken

unspoken

a child's first word

is mama

my first word

was love 

thicker than blood

smoother than ice

sweeter than honey

mi amor

demasiado profundo 

my love

lost in translation

golden mines

trapped inside these

tired lines

I 

was borne from the rivers

rippling over rubble

unstoppable streams

I

carry the stones

on my back

up the hills

down the trails

ready for battle

my first word

was love 

my last will be

loved