The Recap

Part II

We all know what happens when you put someone on a pedestal,

Even the purest angel can become a devil.

And through it all so many things to bear.

Hurricane, earthquakes and to top it off a pandemic.

But really few get what the island went through,

Much less what these people had to do.

Corrupt governments also never help in the peoples fight,

What could be done? Except accept they may be right.

But the people weren’t silent and today are still showing all their might.

Yet the land isn’t everything that caused immense pain,

Nothing was more difficult than finding a permanent friend.

Through illnesses and broken bones,

No where really, felt like home.

And even accompanied resonated the feeling alone.

If life isn’t cruel enough,

The shiniest pearl became so rough.

Haunted by failures and misfortune,

The closing of doors that had long once open.

But the closing led to the crumbling of walls,

No cage standing to harbor the soul.

No sheriff or marshals to dictate anymore.

So a refocus of thought was all that was left,

Because the second time around,there will be no failing the test.

-M.A. Fernández

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🔥🔥We are back.!! 🔥🔥

To all my lovelies. We are back and stronger than ever, life hit us hard (my content will show you what I mean), but we are here and we will not quit.

The Recap

Part I

I started this journey thinking it would be fun,

Thinking I’d finally be able to finish the run.

But man, did life have other plans,

And let me tell you, Im not a fucking fan.

You might say, yeah ok, here we go,

But these last few years really did blow.

Hear me out,don’t discard me just yet,

I haven’t even started to put up the set.

So the show all started about four years ago,

When I knew once again, I had to let go.

Another fool who tried to play my heart,

But nah, I wasn’t willing to play that part.

And yeah it hurt,we always think we found the one, dont we.

Mmmmm! but that man, was not for me.

So broken hearted and stubborn,

I went back to the past,

But with the excuse I wanted to grow fast.

Enrolled in school to gain some higher power,

Maybe the past would see I could still be a flower.

A flower with thorns but a flower none the less,

Even if I didn’t pass test.

But what do you expect a 19 year old to do, when experience comes knocking at the door.

Theres no choice but to get on the floor

Begging on all fours.

And sure, yeah that’s not a pretty image,

But trust living it wasn’t no picnic.

I know you must say, “ yeah sure just another gimmick,”,

But you weren’t there to witness.

Nobody was, that’s the problem,

The stones were cast and all forgotten,

Yet there was my corpse starting to rotten.

Fast forward, somehow I picked myself up,

But in the back of my head I knew I’d fucked up.

So I did the right thing, rectified myself,

But in the end I could still feel all the stares.

And most of all, the deception in the air.

So I did the right thing, focused on my studies,

Until one day came along that sweet little buddy.

Distractions, distractions, that’s all that I got

Once again, almost lost my damn shot.

Refocused, re-evaluated when along came an angel,

My own personal Gabriel the Savior.

I cried and I shouted a big amen,

I had finally gotten my perfect ten.

-M.A. Fernández

Copyright© 2021 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved.

Day 3 – Compassion

Day 3

Find the nearest book (of any kind). Turn to page 8. Use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. You may use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.

Book: If I Stay – Gayle Forman

“I’m pondering going back to bed,” I say. “My cello’s”


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I was walking down a road and my eyes focused on a cello.

In the back of an alley broken and alone,

yet so beautiful, it called me to take it home.

I went down the alley and stood in front of the piece, that reminds me; of me.

Still pondering what to do, but knowing what I would want someone else to do, I stopped thinking and decided to choose.

Take it home I must and repair each part from toe to the head.

I reached my home and placed the cello on my bed.

Each day taking time to fix something new and rejoicing  I decided to fix it after thinking it through.

I finally finish my masterpiece and I can almost hear her say, thanks for repairing me.

I look down happy and sadden, because I’m waiting for the day that someone shows me this same compassion, even in small rations.

-M.A. Fernández

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