By Nahomy   

My mind is but a hazy fog as I rise.
I await a hasty clarity,
but it never arrives.

The tips of my fingers are as numb
as they were last Winter.
I await a familiar warmth,
but it never arrives.

My throat is tighter than
our embrace last March.
I await a relief,
but it never arrives.

My eyes are duller
than my pencils after Today.
I await a spell,
but it never arrives.

My soul is fragmented,
eroded, disenchanted.
I await an enchantress,
but you never arrive.

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I am eighteen years old and am currently studying literature at the University of Puerto Rico. I've always had an affinity for reading, but it wasn't until I reached middle school that I gained an interest in writing original texts. My family and close friends always believe in me and constantly reassure me of my talents. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be in this book. "Enchantress'' was written to portray the feeling of longing. I hadn't written a poem centered around this feeling before, but Garalaso's sonnets inspired me to try it out.