More and more, the moments between my dreams and waking life begin to fade, and arms that used to hold me and faces I used to love are embraced and loved again. There is no separation between the real world and heaven, and all the roads that I have driven on and all the conversations that I’ve had with the angels and the demons in my soul are new to me. I breathe the same old air and smoke from my brother and my sisters, and my parents are old friends I’ve come to be and admire and smile upon. There are no more crutches, no more canes. There is no blood or needles or need for doctors – only the sweet ecstasy of life lived and memories cherished in my mind. And I am young again and innocent and all things are good and decent to my eyes.
Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry
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