To My City


I leave open the roads I've traveled
I leave in them the memory of who I was
and who I will never be:
the arrow,
the cross,
the expurgation,
the silence.
I leave on that unfinished terrain,
the fear,
my figure,
my speech,
the muzzle.
I leave inscribed on the streets,
my battles,
my old ideas,
my language,
my name.

I leave everything I saw
I leave everything I heard
I carry everything I have learned with me,
everything enjoyed,
the people,
the sea,
and that music that always spoke to me from a place of joy.

© 2018 Ana Luisa Muñoz Ortiz