paving the road to edsa

we who are left behind

balance precariously

with all the grace

of a drunk gymnast

on that delicate line

separating

hope

and despair;

our vacillation

between holding on

and letting go,

almost pendular

as we master the art

of clinging to hope

while liberating

ourselves

of expectations;

invigorated only

by the certainty

that at one point

we were in the company

of heroes and martyrs.

 For the selfless desaparecidos who sacrificed their lives so we may live ours with liberty.