By Mac Guerreiro
It hits me fast and hard,
“How fucking lucky are you?”
And eye am,
SO SO SO,
Blessed,
The love in my life is the best,
From all fronts,
No questions asked,
And it hit me again,
Something new,
Something eye hadn’t seen,
The love is just mirroring me,
And eye couldn’t stop crying,
Tears of all kinds from all sides,
The broken spirit of my infancy,
The teen whom never felt seen,
The seven year-old who just wanted to share her art,
My heart,
It comes in waves,
Someday this feeling will stay.
Mystical Mac 