The Gist Poem by Ahyela Andojar

Who’s going to believe
A story never told?
In my heart it is behold,
Through time gets weak and old.

The walls could not speak
This silence we shouldn’t keep
Crowd needed not to applaud
I begged you to be proud.

Limits written in sheets,
I would crumple at my feet.
Lovers to stand straight
Not divided by faith.

To me it is lucid,
My grieves are never doubted
Pray by knees or by forehead
Pray by heart it’s granted.

No more whispers of fear,
Enough kisses to my ear.
In your eyes I cannot lie
We’re free, it is goodbye.