“You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.” — Robin Williams
Years and years ago, a girl like many others, as unique as many others, was born. Pushed into the world to live yet another life, to learn yet another lesson. The mother used to tell her "your kindness is your power", and the girl knew she had to figure out what that meant. One way or another.
From a very young age, I realized that life wasn't meant to be easy. Everything appeared to be a hurtful contradiction; every day a swarm of confusing events that I didn't know how to process. My earliest memory, of which a wrote a poem about many moons ago, is being in a crib, in the dark, watching a bat hanging over me. Sounds quite metaphorical, doesn't it?
I remember being a very difficult child to handle; restless, inquiring, needy. My world changed when I learned how to read, it went silent on the outside, and I could finally concentrate my energy on just one activity at once. My mind started building the universe I now inhabit, inside of my mind; my very own landscapes, castles of memories, friends. And then, one day, I wrote.
Among other reasons, I think I wrote to give meaning to a pain and a longing I didn't recognize as my own, it shouldn't be, I thought, I was just a little kid. I tried to love and be loved, but that came with bruises on my body, bleeding noses, nightmares. It took me forever to unlearn what my first years of life taught me about life.
Below, I'll show you some poems I wrote when I was six years old. I mentioned them on this previous post, where I talked about my hobbies and what they mean to me. These poems are the ramblings of a child that remembered previous lives, perhaps. I don't think I can explain where I got the ideas from. They're the product of an overactive imagination, that's for sure.
I'm certain that every moment I've lived has led me to this particular moment, which I'm grateful for. Every step, every decision taken. I look at the words of this child and I wish I could embrace her, tell her everything would be fine, and that it was okay to remain herself even if she didn't understand it.
I will translate the poems for you, in a literal sense, and I hope you find value in them for what they mean. On a lighter note, I noticed that some verses rhyme both in Spanish and in English. How cool is that? Also, I was just six, so I wasn't very creative with the titles. It's okay, you can have a laugh at that!
The heart
The heart is unpredictable
and sometimes very sensitive
you have to treat it cautiously
carefully
or else
it breaks
Two dancers
Two dancers
waltzing on space
a space filled
with flowers, stars, and kisses
Love
Love is inconstant
sometimes it kills
sometimes it revives
it's the most beautiful thing
and the most dangerous too
For a kiss
For a kiss
one can go stiff
they taste like strawberries
with cherries
Footprints
A pair of footprints
in the light of the stars
just two pairs
our footprints
Whale
Whale
you always so full
so serene
and so alien
to your environment
Kisses
A kiss
two kisses
alone in the night
inside two strangers
I'd like to thank you for reading this. I hope my words resonated with you in some way. If they did, or even if they didn't, I'd like to further connect with you, so I invite you to drop a comment and I'll answer it as soon as I can.
Becca, I'm taking the liberty to tag you here since you expressed interest in reading the translations of the poems. Thank you! I hope you enjoy them. 
Sources of the images:
📷 by Sigmund
Images of the poems belong to me.