An acknowledgement page
Turned into a chapter.
A chapter dedicated to
All the hidden figures
Mi abuela with the angelic wings
And her hijxs that brought me up.
Gently crafting rowboat after rowboat
To aid me from any sinking ship.
Guiding my continued existence.
Answering cries for help
Throwing a lifeline
To a captain overboard.
Luchadores, tag teaming
Talking me off a ledge,
With no parachute.
Baiting me down from tree,
With rope in hand.
Scraping melted soul off the bathroom floor.
Pouring purpose back into a fragmented vase,
That once held a bouquet of
Joy, Amor, Tranquilidad, and Passion
Sowing back up this gaping hole,
Lacing hope into every stitch.
Convos with elders.
Building with community
Letting myself be loved
Breathing life back into the
Dying flames of my lost passions
-Sueitko Zamorano Chavez
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