Maybe you have never thought of me.
Maybe we have never really met.

We exist before any questions
could be raised.
We exist to remind each other of
the promises we made.

We exist to accept
feelings without evidence,
to shake each other’s certainty
and leave space for revelation.

Would souls deny bonds?
Is logic our enemy?

Connections are always real.
We make them so.
They exist within us.
They shape our future selves.

“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.