Literary Arts Magazine Spring 2017 | Page 32

Angel by Elmer Cruz I remember the fateful day, the day I met you. There you were, standing by the door fixing your shirt. I saw you and I thought “Who is this angel who has fallen from heaven” You saw me with those beautiful brown eyes and everything changed from then on. Every time I speak to you, I leave with a smile on my face. The sun shines brighter and I feel this happiness inside. I do not know what will happen next. I hope one day you will look at me the same way I look at you. Until then, I will keep enjoying the joy you give me. Love is a fragile thing. My Voice by Lua Cordero I wake up and realize that my voice is back. It’s here now. My voice is brave, I can sing my happiness and sadness. My voice is tender I can whisper gently to my fears and insecurities. My voice is strong, I can express my yearnings. My voice is free, I can yell out my madness. My voice is honest, I can cry out my frustration. My voice is optimistic, I can burst into the laughter of my errors. My voice is humble, I can silence my ego. My voice is colorful and warm, I can lull you with my melodies. 32