Escombros

Turning over debris of my memory
In my rubble, I found pieces of myself
In fragments, remnants of battles I fought
Clods moistened by tears
From the moments I cried
Despite the wounds I suffered, here I arrived

And when I fell, the hand with scars helped me
The master of the universe embraced me, fought and defeated
Who hit me
I was in the rubble, but God with His gaze
Reached me, reinforced my structure, rebuilt me

Rebuilt me, made me know how to win
Made me know how to lose
Evolved me and with my own mistakes I learned to grow
I matured and understood that everything I've suffered
Was to strengthen me