What’s inside your fist?
What are you holding?
Why are you hiding your hand?

We are not meant to be weeping.
We are meant to shine
as stars that never die.

Try to see my point
I know where you are standing
Each one has unique challenges
We have to see the background.

We are not meant to disappear
as sand taken to the desert.
We are meant to create our worlds
made of feats and glory.

Heroes are everywhere.
Each one of us was given a chance.
We can rebuild ourselves.

Give me your hand
Release the past
Let’s walk together.

“Dear Fear” (2021)

1- An ice cube in the desert
2- Circle of oblivion
3- Green veins
4- Inside your fist
5- Fly forever
6- Dear Fear
7- Our future selves
8- Strangers we are
9- The price of changing
10- Inner knowing
11- Detachment
12- The method
13- A cage with golden bars
14- Behind logic arguments

© 2021 Poems and artworks by Gloria Mannazzu. All rights reserved.