To All The Love We never Had

By Adele Rodríguez Alarcón

Misunderstanding is the word,

Which can express all we've gone through.

The freedom that we choose 

Has no price in gold -

We pay for it each day

With loneliness and boredom,

With all grey days and sleepless nights,

And hurricanes of feelings.

But stubborn spirits -

We retain our youthful joy

Amidst the others' moaning.

The loners know so well

How to conceal the pain

And live with it without frowning.

We go through the moments of weakness,

Regretting nothing from the world obtained.

Misunderstanding is the word

For all the love we never had.

London, 2018