Suffixed

~ Patricia Lezama

I moved away like leaves in the gale, hurriedly and without time.

I heard the word ¨egoism¨ behind me.

And what I awaited was for you to dedicate yourself to yourself

But your anger pointed me out, pushing me into an abysm.

Perhaps long before, we dreamt of becoming an isthmus, a name, a place that would bring us closer, that would unite our worlds. But even to those desires we let be, and the cyclical ancestral routine kept us, pushing us back, gradually turning us into suffixes.

Here and now, in this present moment, without regrets or unknown fears of near futures;

I sit, and I look at myself, breathing, and I declare:

that of all the -isms I have lived with, that one, which subtly corners me,

observing without seeing me, that one which allows me to breathe with a mask,

that one which declares itself appearing as a luxury because it provides comfort, contentment, but in the end,

it laughs with a half-smile at me, at you, at our dreams.

That, and the one I would undoubtedly face again, is the obedient conformism.

6 thoughts on “Suffixed”

      1. We take turns, it’s like a relay race, you ran, you pass the baton to me, now it’s my turn…while you are inspiring others in other landscapes and settings. Teamwork, friendship always🥰

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