Sandra Coldero Gonzalez
My collection of poems was written as a form of therapy for me to deal with the struggles in my own life. Most of them are a reflection of my past. Some are fantasies and others are just unfortunate things that happen to women everyday. I hope that these poems will inspire and touch the lives of many women. I know after reading these poems you will feel some comfort in knowing that you are not alone and that this too will pass and you will get through whatever struggles you are facing. Just place all of your trust in God. As you can see, I have survived a lot of struggles in my life and I know that you can too.
Sandra Gonzalez was born and grew up on the Island of Trinidad in the West Indies where she also received her education. She migrated to the United States to join her husband. Since then Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, has been her home. She has two daughters, maintains a household for her family, and is employed as a Legal Secretary for a major law firm in Center City, Philadelphia. Writing poems for her is therapeutic.
TEMPTATION
She sits on the bed waiting,
Waiting for him to walk in.
She's sacred, so scared she's trembling.
--She wishes she had never shown--
He walked into the bedroom and
sees her sitting on the bed,
with a look of fright on her face.
But shows no mercy.
She had forgotten all of her values
Her body was telling her to give in
Her heart was pounding and confused
Her head was telling her to escape
He was now standing before her.
He pulled her to her feet, then to him.
She could see the fire burning in his eyes,
that would not be extinguished.
She tries to break free, but cannot.
He seemed to have cast a spell on her.
She's frozen.
She feels his eyes piercing deep into her soul.
She silently pleads, but he does not submit.
With tears gently running down her cheeks.
She looks at him with a silent plea to be set free.
but does not acknowledge.
She violently breaks free from his strong, masculine arms,
and escaped the claws of temptation.
UNFAIR LOVE
Her love for him can only be,
The eighth wonder of the world.
It is pure and filled with warmth,
like the sun shining upon your face
on a cold winter's morning.
Yet
His love for her is like a rock.
It gives no warmth on cold winter mornings,
or a listening ear, just to show that it cares.
It shows no mercy to anyone.
It only crushes everything in its path.
It is not capable of love, because, it has no heart.
Yet
She gives her love freely to him.
She's always there to lend a listening ear,
or a comforting touch that says:
I love you, and I'll always be here for you.
Yet
His love for her is self-serving.
It's like an aged bottle of wine, it makes you feel good,
but only for a short time. Only, his love dies with age.
Yet
She would give her life to save his,
because a short time of love
can mean a lifetime of happiness to her.
