• The Milkman's Daughter
  • The Cover
  • The Poetry
  • The Dragonfly
  • The Author
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    • The Milkman's Daughter
    • The Cover
    • The Poetry
    • The Dragonfly
    • The Author
  • The Milkman's Daughter
  • The Cover
  • The Poetry
  • The Dragonfly
  • The Author

The Poetry

Throughout my life, I’ve always turned to language and literature as a cathartic release, whether through reading, speaking multiple languages, or writing poetry.  The poems included before each chapter in this book are my original works. At the time of their creation, I had no inkling of a desire to write a book, but once I began this journey, I re-read these poems and discovered a thread connecting them to the memories I shared that can only be described as synchronicity.  As you read these poems and the subsequent chapters, you should be able to see the connections between the poems and the memories, and gain further insight into the impact these experiences made on my life. 

The In-Between

I surrender to travel back

Searching for truth buried in many lives

My soul stretching out through time

While my body holds tight to now


Slowly my body’s grip lessens

I feel heavy and weightless all at once

Behind my shuttered eyes, my mind sees only light

As my soul slips into the in-between


The warmth spreads slowly through my limbs

My cheeks catch fire as the intensity grows

Although blinded by the glow

There is no fear, no trepidation


The span of minutes - felt like a lifetime

The heaviness lifts as if every cell had carried a burden

Yet simultaneously, all the spaces inside me fill

This emptying and filling laced with silence


Quietly and slowly, I rejoin the now

Feeling both replete and weightless

This lightness of being singing, “I matter, I matter!”

What lessons await in the in-between?


Yesenia B. Sevilla - March 1, 2022 

Open

How often do we hide deep inside our shells?

Cracked open enough to invite in tendrils of light

Closed enough to barricade ourselves within


Few open and close effortlessly enough with the current

The motion like a deep breath and slow exhalation

Most flutter without rhythm in random maddening intervals


Some lay closed and quite for a lifetime


Yesenia B. Sevilla - March 8, 2022 

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