by Alexis Garcia
Where do you go to find
Something that isn’t lost?
Is there a place where
Souls go to recuperate?
After the existential dread sets in
Most things that consume our every waking minute
Cease to matter
You examine your life and come to the
Realization that we are all just matter
A collection of cells
Sent to take up space
Programmed to continuously reinvent ourselves
But where do the discarded parts go?
How can we be so sure that what is left in the past
Must stay in the past?
You could try to recreate who you used to be
From the fragmented bits
But it won’t be the same
Can we really move forward if
We keep leaving ourselves behind?
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Alexis Garcia is a queer Hispanic writer from New York, NY. She graduated from Manhattanville College in 2017, where she studied Creative Writing and Criminal Law. Currently, she works as a paralegal at a personal injury law firm. A few of her poems have been published in the anthologies UNITED: Volume RED and UNITED: Volume HONEY with Beautiful Minds Unite LLC and Upon Arrival: Threshold with Eber & Wein Publishing. She has had more of her poems accepted for publication in Ariel Chart, Third Estate Art, Door is a Jar, Mixed Mag, Air/Light, along with other literary magazines.