When she died,
She turned into flowers
To be carried away with the wind.

I think I’ve come this far
To feel no use
when the stars
Left there hue
They ran from that
Bolt …
of light above
The swans divided
Amongst them selves,
over the greenery,
which turned to dust.
Oh Lord you must take away the suffering of the weak and the withering of the deceased
The lingering links of deceitful death
whose chain, only frails
And is never undone
Yet still,
Withering

Grief roots deep, a shadowed seed,  
Through storms of pain, the heart is freed. Tears as rain, the soil does drink, In sorrow’s depths, new stars will blink.  

An open heart learns wisdom’s art,  
Where wounds once burned, love can start. From broken ground, compassion grows, The garden blooms where loss bestows.

Anxiety is not my enemy
She is my safety
Changed from years of turmoil.
She should have been held
And addressed properly
But she was pushed down and suppressed instead.
Anxiety is not my enemy
She is love trying to offer the protection that she never received
She is my safety betrayed.

Sorrow is not my enemy
He is my hurt
Turned inwards
Shoved aside and ignored
When his hands should have been taken
While he was told that it's okay to feel grief.
Sorrow is not my enemy.
He is my heart trying to recover from being trampled on.

Depression is not my enemy
He is my Self-awareness
Putting up decorations
That are loud and bright
Because no one noticed them last time.
He should have been seen
And hugged
And told that it's okay to not be okay.
Depression is not my enemy.
He is my soul attempting to remind me that my sorrow is real.

Anger is not my enemy
He is all of my nerves
Cut and bruised from hands and blades
That I never saw coming.
He should have been washed and bandaged
But instead, salt was poured into the wound.
Anger is not my enemy.
He is my throbbing skin trying to tell me that I've still got wounds that haven't scabbed over quite yet.

Fear is not my enemy.
He is my mind
Folded over on itself
Refusing to trust
Huddled in a corner
Because he could not trust the ones he should have been able to.
He should have been helped,
But he was ignored instead.
Fear is not my enemy.
He is the caution that I felt that everyone ignored–including me.

Trauma is not my enemy
She is a little girl
Screaming for help
Because no one listened to her before.
She should have been heard
And dealt with gently
Trauma is not my enemy.
She is the part of me that never truly healed. She is the part that no one ever listened to.
But I'm listening now.

And I am not my enemy.

Quando il cuore pesa

Quando il cuore pesa
e i giorni sembrano vuoti,
ricorda che anche il cielo
si veste a volte di nuvole scure.

Non sei solo nel silenzio,
la tua voce è un filo sottile
che ancora lega la vita
alla luce che non smette mai di brillare.

Ogni respiro è un passo,
ogni lacrima un seme:
dentro al dolore
cresce una nuova speranza.

Non avere fretta,
la vita fiorisce piano.
E nel tuo cuore stanco
c’è già il germoglio del domani.

Masi Roberto © 2025


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When the Heart Feels Heavy

When the heart feels heavy
and days seem empty,
remember that even the sky
sometimes wears dark clouds.

You are not alone in silence,
your voice is a fragile thread
that still ties life
to a light that never ceases to shine.

Each breath is a step,
each tear a seed:
within the sorrow
a new hope begins to grow.

Do not be in haste,
life blossoms slowly.
And in your weary heart
the seed of tomorrow is already there.

Masi Roberto © 2025

The wisdom I have gained
Can fill many lovers' cups
With experience and lessons
With loss and sorrow
Pour my knowledge into them
How to love and how to talk
To listen and to feel
To never lose or yield
To hold what is precious
The wisdom I have now
Flows like a faucet
Where every lover shall
Never know the thirst
For one's touch
For one's kiss
To share a glass with another
To drink each other's love
Yet for all that insight
My own cup
Can never be filled again

Hand traces - combing through her hair
Pull closer - leaning in - for the leftover - body
And sleeve is bloodied - "It ain't me"
A pressing on the chest - "He's overdosing"
Fragrant delight - of given vision
Spreading legs - "Let's toss him into bath"
The flow corrupts eyesight and hearing
No echo - dark - she locks and crosses feet
A tracing up her neck - invites hip linger
Sensations thirst - "Just take me" - kissing lips
And vibrant touch of skin - a thrill
Sinks sound - the desperate begging
"Suits you the least" - for being favoured
Hits syringe - light starts to flicker
"Take him by arms" - a splash
And eyelids heavy -
Her fingers digging into back
A jolt - each ******
Is moaned for harder - "Dead"
Convulsion - numbing self
And emptied reasons' dullness - strips
All vomitary hope -
An ache for clarity -
And fertile womb
For "being human" impregnation