Dear Fear,
you won’t have me.

I am expanding.
Where? How? I don’t know.

Meaning will only come later.
I need to be patient.

Soft, shiny pavements
are reflecting who I am.
If I jump,
the floor trembles.

I wish I knew everything.
The paradox of knowledge:
I would not learn nor grow.

I am running slowly,
I can lose my balance.
I know I am vulnerable.

Dear Fear,
I am expanding.
You won’t have me.

“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.