Promises. The pledge we ought to refrain from. For this unfeasible
responsibility bears the weight of
owning such thingness that mere
mortal man is incapable of honoring. Such
irony between an imperfect creature and a sacred vow is unorthodox to the
sanctity bruised for my remission in the allegiance of granting me the only kept surety, that is,
eternity.
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Natasha Collazo
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Project: The diary of an emo Latina (2025)
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Recently my friend broke her promise to me so your poem resonated so deeply with me. I loved it!
Beautiful acrostic! It flowed so naturally.
Well-wrought! However, I might remark that it depends on what we have vowed as to whether or not it honors or dishonors our eternal grace. It may even be that the reason some promises are vain is because we have already vowed something which we cannot supersede. The bodhisattva vow would be such a thing, I believe, if it holds any literal worth; but then, so long as we honor our highest calling through the enaction of our daily needs, there is harmony. Easier said than done, of course, so I'll shut up now. Haha.
Very impressive piece, Natasha! I forgot it was an acrostic as I was reading
Words cut like a knife.
Visceral words. Powerful messaging. Skillfully scribed. Great piece 🙌🏼