Gabriella Alziari


My bones are made

of rebirth


A blinding light

holds me in its claws


The darkness seems

like shelter,

but it is really

an escape


I cannot run away


I have to face my fears,

like wildfires on a plane;

if I let them spread,

they will destroy me


If I let them in,

I am the flower in a storm,

delicate, but strong


Despite the rain,

I bloom

with every blessing


Despite the pain,

I am reborn

once more