I am waiting to live
A life yet to come,
Longing to see
That which lies beyond the stars.
If losing is a game
To be played in solitude,
I want to win my battles
With humble attitude.
I am surviving
With the burning desire to exist,
Conscious that the static
Requires mutations,
Confiding in the advent
Of enchanting wonders to discover,
Generated by a tenacious determination.
In the unsustainable, insidious,
Resounding reverberations
Which torment my sleep
And my awakening,
The blurred image
Of a clearer tomorrow
Wistfully accompanies
My restless, pensive,
Dreamy days.
I wait,
Patiently.
I strive,
Interminably.
I endure,
Inexorably.
Exhausted by the implacable sufferance
Which limbs and spirit tears apart.
Every time I repeat to myself
That the stormy, whirling,
Overwhelming nightmare will pass.
But, it never passes.
That everything will change.
But, it never changes.
I keep waiting,
Hesitant, but confident at the same time
That the end of the tunnel
Timid, dim beams unveils,
Brightening more and more.
And then, as if by magic,
The haunting, perfidious,
Macabre, vile obscurity
At their highest, mighty presence will fall.
After the interminable, cold nights
A new sun will arise
Which my poor, gelid bones
Delicately will warm.
The dusty ashes
Dazzling crystals will become.
The thunder, with its impetuous voice,
Will cease to rumble
And, as a knight in front of his damsel,
Its head will bow
To the much yearned calm.
The pounding rain
My desperate tears will wash away.
In a breath,
The excruciating agony will vanish.
Fleetingly,
The unbearable dreads will melt away.
And yet, the deep, unmerciful scars
Indelible will linger.
Water and fire
In a brotherly embrace will unite.
The sky will overflow
With iridescent rainbows
And celestial, sparkling
Nocturnal brilliances.
The immense, inner light
Its intense glow will emanate.
Of candid essence I will shine.
Alive
Incredibly,
As never I have felt.
Free
Boundlessly,
As never I have been.
Myself, at last.
Me, so unique, so complex,
Splendidly,
As never before.
The vivid, sublime visions
More than ever true will be.
The limpid, blinding,
Magnificent reality will transpire.
With endless attentions and loving gifts
So Tenderly will fill me.
Touching me softly, healing my wounds,
Cradling me sweetly…
And this
Incessant,
Cruel,
Wearing,
Trembling
Wait
Into pure blissfulness
Will transmute.
About The Writer and Poem
Written by Cristina Iacobelli. Cristina is as a multifaceted artist, a bilingual poet, storyteller, screenwriter for film and television, filmmaker, author, as well as actress, singer, playwright, songwriter and composer. Her artistic skills extend to photography, drawing, painting, dancing, and much more. She is someone profoundly and passionately in love with words, music, and The Arts in all their forms.
Poetry is innate to her; she began poem writing at a tender age to pour out my emotions; later on, it became so important as to include it in my storytelling and other artistic creations. Her poetry are inspired by her real life experiences and every poem she writes reflects this.
To this end, she likes to summarise the essence of her poetry in her simple aphorism:
Poetry is Life and Life is Poetry
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