I hear it when I ask if you love me.
You hesitate. Why? Why?
Perhaps I’m the only one to blame
You judge me like I’m not already in front of the mirror.
Asking myself the same question.
Do you love me? The answer I can’t deny
It will always be the same.
I hate this mirror now
Stay true to thyself. Embrace yourself. Love yourself no matter what! Some mirrors were meant to distort you.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guadalupe Macias
Listen, I am no longer that caterpillar which most called ugly. I am a beautiful butterfly!
I don’t need or want to stay within the confines of my old cocoon. I have gone through my metamorphosis but I’m not ashamed of my past.
It’s still me! My pains and my sorrows have not broken me. Every shed tear reminded me of what I had forgotten. I know now that I have always had these wings deeply secured within me. Today I can spread my wings out and I can fly!
While many dazzle at the beauty of my colors, you see me as an ugly creepy crawling insect. I am not. I am a beautiful butterfly and I can fly!!
Go! Run away! Leave me for all I care! You have no idea of the treasures I have hidden within the confines of my old cocoon. And now you shall never know!!
Hugs from Brooklyn,
Guady G
Who am I?
A mere reflection
Of all you are
So do you love me or hate me?
Who are you?
I am you.
Happy Valentine’s Day my lovelies. True love starts with you.
Hugs from Brooklyn, Guady G
I am a mere reflection of your most hated qualities, but please don’t hate me for them. We are kindred spirits so just love me!
Sending you hugs from Brooklyn. Just because you don’t see me or hear from me doesn’t mean I’m not here loving you.
Guady G.
Leaves change color
Soon they rest on the ground
I’m comforted knowing that a barren tree will once again thrive
It’s nature and a cycle that is expected to reset
But the lone tree saddens me because it chooses to stay barren
It finds comfort in being isolated
It prevents the growth of its own beauty.
Whatever fruit they could have provided shall be no more.
It’s sad that you bring them the sun, water and nourishment yet only cold winter days is all they want to see.
In the future it will be that sole fallen tree in the middle of the forest. No one will know about it and worse no one will care.
Please don’t become that lone tree. Seek help or let someone help you. You are important and you are loved. I send you hugs from Brooklyn.
With Love Guady G.
Fluidity 