You ran away, to the mountains with me, and there you whispered a secret.
That, the world as we know it, would some day stop.
And, that we would stop too, within it.
I grabbed your hand, and we jumped off a cliff, and the moon ‘s gaze was too late to catch us.
How presumptuous of me to assume that the world would heal from just one person’s actions.
We ran away, from the mountains within me, and there, I told you my secret.
That the world would not stop, but pause, with or without you and me.
I grabbed your hand, and we jumped, but this time, somehow, wings magically sprouted.
Life teaches lessons, and sometimes we listen, and sometimes we’d rather stay grounded.
We held our hands, together, as we flew towards time.
But the winds are so heavy,
and I’m so so afraid,
I don’t know if I’m strong enough yet.
I don’t know if I’m strong enough yet.
I don’t know if I’m strong enough yet.
You ran away, from the mountain and me. You ran away with my secret. Not as a thief, but as a whisperer.
Tell me, what is my secret?
Mariella Mendoza 
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