Gabriella Alziari


The colors in my life

have faded


I long for the cloak

that was my words,

the healing, like honey

that coated my wounds


I am lost in the darkness,


for surrender,

the blackness, an iris

to shut out the light


In the silence, a glimmer

peeks through the trees


A star of forgiveness

sparks in the distance


Revival, for me,

is sweeter than blood:

it is air mixed with energy,

a promise of healing

I relax in acceptance,

and seep

into love