Andrés Garcia

Labyrinth

There are memories that get lost around,

in a winding path that never ends,

no magical orb will lead to a truth,

no cart to carry them happiness-bound.

You will find yourself on that road,

wandering like a spirit with no home,

an apparition looking for more.

I looked for a way to heal my heart,

yet memories pushed out of every pore,

causing a ruckus,

dashing all hope.


A hopeful thought popped in my head,

this final turn could hold a happy end,

I never imagined what would be found,

a path left behind,

it lead to the broken part in your chest,

a labyrinth of stone,

where all things final find their rest,

obstacle upon obstacle,

meant to break even the sturdiest of bones.