To say that it has been a very challenging time in my life could be the
understatement of my rarely to never understated life.
Honestly, the last 3 years have been one Bitch-Slappy whack after the
other, quite continuous actually, in every.single.area of my life and
health, but I refuse to give up on myself.
Most particularly, though, I refuse to give up hope that I will be
inclined, have the energy left over after work and keeping at bay that
which ails me, to do what has literally kept me alive in the darkest
moments of my life: to write.
To write about what hurts, to write about the individual and collective
experience, to write about what is right, to write about what is wrong,
to write about everything that matters, or should. To write beautiful
and dark and silly poems.
I will not give up on myself to write. Just to fucking write!
~Marcela: not uninspired, just un-something… un-everything…
“When we face pain in relationships our first response is often to sever bonds rather than to maintain commitment.” -bell hooks
“Caring for myself is not self-indulgence. It is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.” -Audre Lorde
“Write hard and clear about what hurts.” – Ernest Hemingway
“Write what you know.” – Mark Twain
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Marcela: Unfiltered 