'The Wait' A Poem by Cristina Iacobelli - Lore Publication
'The Wait'
by Cristina Iacobelli
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| Image credit: cocoparisienne |
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.
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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