Author Archives: Sylvia

About Sylvia

Hobbies include bike riding, Puerto Rican history, genealogy and preserving her family's history for many generations.

Surrender

I do not claim to know why,           but strive to do what’s honorable, honest and good. I do not know why I am so driven to do what’s good,           but it is part of my cellular make-up                     … Continue reading

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Blindness and Deafness

    If one ignores to see abuse and injustice,      does it exist?If one ignores to address an abuse or injustice,  are they wrong.  are they ignorant      or     are they equal accomplices to the problem and the crime? … Continue reading

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Really tired

The needles are making me feel like a pin cushion. The pills seem to be unending and unneeded. The waiting is unbearable, lonely, disappointing … The days are filled with constant unknowns punctuated with anxiety and pain with little moments of … Continue reading

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Where from here?

I have heard your voice,   but don’t know where to go. I know the destination,   but don’t know the road. I feel the anxiety and my heart’s yearning,   but I don’t see you. I feel your touch, but I … Continue reading

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The reflection

The steel beam reflects moving images and glimpse of light.    One experiences the fragments but not see the whole.   The mirror shows the physical portrait we place in front of it.     But cannot capture the essence of … Continue reading

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The Treasure

The depths of the ocean do not have enough lost treasure to equal their value.   The richest in the world can only dream of it’s worth.   Monarchs, royalty and powerful government leaders cannot harness the strength they have. … Continue reading

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The peace of silence

To be deep in thought   without the chatter of mindless worry. To observe beauty    without needing to possess it. To be present in a crowd     and be comfortable with my solitude. To experience touch     and not … Continue reading

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So..

Smile at me, so I can laugh   Speak to me, so I can hear       Touch me, so I can feel          Read me, so I can know.     …………………….S………………………………..

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Six spots..

As the image became focused on the screen, I gasped. What was I seeing?    Was it something that was missing?       Or was it something that was there?   What is it?    Some lesions. How many are … Continue reading

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Sanctuary

The days go by and I get stronger,              more confident,                    more willing to go forward to new beginnings. I am grateful for all the TRUE friends who have comforted me along this path.   They are forever more than … Continue reading

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