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Poetry Writers: Briana Rose Lucero's Evolution of Heart
How many times have you said, "My life should be a book."? Well a good friend of mine named Briana Rose Lucero did just that, in her compilation of poetry titled "Evolution of Heart". Filled with photography and original poetry created by Briana Rose Lucero herself, "Evolution of Heart" takes you on the journey of Briana's life from present day to her past.
Briana Rose Lucero was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico. She grew up in the area that was referred to as South Valley, a predominantly Hispanic community where Briana was surrounded by close friends and family members. Growing up in such an area, you would imagine Briana had a happy childhood, but sadly in such a trusting environment a next door neighbor violated Briana in a most disgraceful way. Briana kept this secret from everyone including her parents from the age of 5 till she turned 18, and this dark period of her life is why she began writing poetry.
By 2010, Briana's collection of poetry amassed so much, she decided to put together a book. As she was reading the poems she had written, she realized that her life turned out better than it could have. Any person who faced the dark past she had, could have turned to the dark side of life, but Briana's strength of character led her to a better path. Realizing she had a story to tell, Briana began the process of creating "Evolution of Heart" so that others could relate to what she went through and be encouraged to overcome the barriers of life.
Briana Rose Lucero is not only a gifted poet, but also a fantastic photographer, and an accomplished artist. She is currently going to school to study the fine arts, so that she might be able to give back to the art community by one day teaching others. She has several books waiting to be published, and did the cover design for "As I Stand" by Drake J. Eszes. Below is an example of Briana's poetry:
I Was Winter
I was winter
Beneath the cotton sheets
The hourglass drops grains of sand silently
I never heard them fall
My eyes open at dawn
Yet the sun now comes alone
My roots sink into to a soil
The stillness of the day
Folds around me
I can feel the pressure change
It shakes me as though
I am an inconsolable child
Tears stop dead in their tracks
They don’t fall like they use to…
Maybe they to are holding on?
My phone still sits close to my side
It reminds me of the hourglass…
I barely see daylight anymore
The smiles are fewer
The heart is colder
Maybe I was
Winter all along
©Briana Rose Lucero/Crimson Chaos Poetry