By Nelcy Alfaro
The night is
helplessness
from the mountains to
the sea.
But I, the one who
rocks you,
I am not alone!
The sky is
helplessness
if the moon falls
to the sea.
But I, the one who
hugs you,
I am not alone!
The world is
helplessness
and the flesh, in
sadness, carries on.
But I, the one who
cuddles you,
I am not alone!
About the Author
Nelcy is a student at Illinois Central College.