I’m the psychologist. The random person. The stranger that listens.
I am the whisper in the night, the shadow in the day, and the fear of fright.
I am the haunting dream, the whisper in the ear that says “you can do it, I know you can”.
I am the music box, or not. The clumsy ballerina that tries to spin in a full circle, full stop.
I am earth, wind, fire and sun.
Poem by: Sara Rebeca Palacios