Gabriella Alziari

The Wild

I pray for some guidance

in the forests of fear,

a heart to beat on

in the silence


When the world shares a song

of loss and despair,

I find myself grasping

for survival


The earth sings a melody

of melancholy,

yet like owls call out

in the darkness


We will heal

from the arms

of the unknown


We will bloom

with the thorns

in the wild