Three Poems from Camille Buxeda

Bio: Camille Buxeda is a soul finding her creative divine. She found her love for writing later in her life now cannot stop. Whether in her journal or notes app, she searches for meaning in words and hopes to find connection through it. A proud Puerto Rican, she explores her own journey of transitioning cultures as well as love, mental health and philosophy. When she’s not writing, she’s watching lots of women’s basketball (day 1 fan) or searching for her new favorite band to obsess over. 

Handles: @killlahcam (IG and TikTok)

The Root

It grew quick,

firm and deep,

into the ground.

So far down

it barely sprouted

invisible to the naked eye

but upon standing over

its budding leaves

you could see it was there. 

It existed. 

Grown too quick,

it was nearly impossible to rip

from the ground it was embedded into.

It took heart

and muscle

to pull above the surface,

almost like it didn’t

want to be seen or

defined by others. 

It appeared adequate. 

Perfect next to any other,

but once bit

one could tell the difference.

It was too bitter

Not grown

Unprepared. 

It didn’t feel right.

Half bit, with the remaining leaves

dangling from the core,

it’s tossed aside.

Incomplete.

Imperfect.

Incompatible. 

Takeover

Sometimes I think 

I always knew who I was,

but I let an idea form

of who I wanted to be 

based off a dream 

that was never my own

takeover.

Now I am living that life.

It’s picture perfect.

But all I crave 

is who I once was. 

The First

The first stays with you.

Like a scar within your rib cage

reminding you of what

it once felt like 

to understand

to be understood

by another being.

To bare your soul,

dive heart first

fearlessly into the belief of forever.

Then forever becomes a memory,

distant but close,

always reminding you of

what once was.

Maybe to some degree

forever truly exists.