Gabriella Alziari


You say you are immortal

then what am I?

The quiet hum before 

a coming storm,

the whisper of ghosts 

who walk at twilight 

I am always swimming,

exploring the woman 

I have become,

on the one hand, elevating — 

on the other,

just a shadow 

of who I was 

When I curl within,

taste the aroma 

of my essence,

I find a richness 

running deeper 

than my soul 

A flame,

burning brighter 

than the shallow waters —

will I choose 

to let it spread

or melt away