Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…

“FOUR As…”

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AWAKENING murmured and cried.

No suitable reasons stayed by my side.

Feeling awful, awestruck, awkward,

The false, sweet dream I had was marred.

I saw normal people with their devotion.

I was a slave of my unruly emotion.

AWAKENING came at the dusk of my dream.

The inquisitive reality was the theme.

A dismal AWARENESS entered as a friend;

Opened my weary eyes to comprehend.

I became aware of my present and past;

And many other things that never last;

And what I had missed and lost;

With a great pain when I crossed-

A border of hatred and ambiguity in my soul.

Watching poor me in half, not whole.

Then I watched me in the mirror of glass;

Didn’t see anything but a world of mass.

Two eyes full of hatred in human face,

Shocked and fearful of that disgrace.

A blind, directionless anger, not feeling sorrow;

Damaged by dampness of never lasting tomorrow.

A universe of unreality, solitude, and fire;

A fatigued, angry soul prayed to retire!

A despairing frenzy I was in the wood;

An ACKNOWLEDGEMENT of what I understood.

Being delicate, fragile, and weak,

A painful ACKNOWLEDGEMENT as we speak-

Of the things in my life I didn’t get;

Like ice that sometimes sun doesn’t melt.

Now ACCEPTANCE is a solution to call;

Like a glow of colors in fall.




[ ElliE)…


Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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