At Moments Like This

I wrote this poem today while sitting in my new favourite place in this city (besides the beach, which was a bit chilly yesterday, but well worth it!). I wrote this poem from Castell de Montjuic, over-looking the harbour below. The gardens, also featured in some of my photos, are quite expansive, extending from the coast, to the other side of my neighbourhood, up the hill. It has been a long time since I've shared my poetry publicly. It's been a long time since I've written any, really, so please, be gentle with it.

Poetry:

At Moments Like This

It's at moments like this 

That I wish I were a sailboat.

I wish I could sail away,

On a perfect day-

Take to the sea with a sail and a crew;

Float through the steely cold water, 

Slice the waves,

And create my own ripples. 

It's at moments like this

That I wish I had wings.

I could fly and soar 

In the sun like a bird. 

I could glide through the air, 

Swoop and dive.

I could ride the wind up high,

Only to come down when I tire of the view.  

It’s at moments like this

That I wish I were a fish.
Just cause.

And it’s at moments like this

That I’m glad to be human.

I’m glad for the warmth

Of the sun on my skin,

And the breeze gently wisping my hair.

I’m glad for the fresh smell

Of the sea and the trees.

I’m glad for the feel

Of the solid wood beneath me.

All of these things

Make me feel alive.

I know if I fall,

I will feel pain.

I know if I jump,

I will come back down again.

I know if I run,

I will eventually have to stop.

If I pinch myself,

I’ll know I’m awake.

 

I’m not a doll,
Or a yo-yo.
I’m not a toy or a truck or a rock.
You can’t play make-believe
With me or without me
(I have to be an active participant)

I won’t come when you call,
Because I’m not a dog.
I can make my own decisions.

It’s at moments like this

I know I’m a woman.

I’m a child of God

And I’m free.

He made it so.

  

You can read my words

But you won’t know my thoughts.

They run deeper than these pages can contain.

My emotions are vast and indescribable.

I am human.

I am woman.

 

It’s at moments like this,

I wish to be understood.

More pictures from Montjuic to come later :)

Buenos Noches!