At That Moment, She Knew

Jann M. Lasanta Pérez
Programa de Estudios Interdisciplinarios (Escritura Creativa)
Facultad de Humanidades

Love could be a powerful source

Powerful enough to be used against someone

That's why she didn't believe

She chose not to be fooled by what others considered to be beautiful

She would make her own beauty blossom from the very depths of her

She didn't need anyone, she didn't want anybody

They say loneliness can slowly kill one's soul

It can putrefy it in a progress of emptiness and lonesome

But she was not lonely, yet she was alone

She didn't ask for company, she didn't need it

One can see it as an act of selflessness

But to her, it was one of selfishness

Why would she share?

Why would she depend on someone else?

Why would she let someone in?

Being selfish was all she knew

To keep things to herself

To hide her face so no one would see

To shush her voice when no one would hear

But at last she was noticed

He saw her and at the very first glimpse he thought she was incredibly beautiful

But he could never have her

Thus she didn't want him

She didn't want anybody

He showered her with poems and rhymes

Flowers, gifts and tons dedicated time

She began to notice him

But how could she open up to him after she's been concealing so much?

How could she possibly know what it would feel like to love him;

when she has never believed in such things?

She wasn't one to place judgment upon herself but indeed she well did

She would cry and she would scream

She did not understand how this could be

She had gone mad with the thought of loving him

She was afraid and fear drove her into the deepest parts of her mind

The parts she was most terrified of

Now, she could truly deny the possibility

For whom could want a girl like that?

A girl who suffers in silence

A girl who cries to sleep of fear of the things she cannot understand

A naive innocent girl

But even so, even in her darkest hour

Even in her deepest pain

Even in her toughest comprehension

Even in the river of her eyes

In the painful moans of her agony

He still loved her

And at that moment she could feel it

She could finally accept it, and it would be beautiful

Revista [IN]Genios, Vol. 3, Núm. 1, p.1 (septiembre, 2016)
ISSN#: 2374-2747
Universidad de Puerto Rico, Río Piedras
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