essential

I drove my parents crazy with childhood’s diseases,

my baby’s cries and later with my infinite silence.

but I don’t remember much of those moments

and what I cannot forget is what I think

is essential.

like when I was loosing the house’s keys,

the flowers from my teacher’s bouquet,

the time, alone on the streets, and the trust in myself.

whenever I was loosing a key, I was climbing our balcony.

windows were always opened,

not sure if especially for or because of me.

and teachers don’t need flowers to teach.

in time, I built some walls for trust in myself

and after I finished the project,

the trust in people disappeared like smoke in the wind.

I still wonder if this is essential too.