Ellie belfiglio

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


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Once more the embers spark and

ignite into a small flame of hope.

It twinkles and dances in the corner.

It burns dim now.

Trying to gain strength,

not quite ready to expire as its

host still has strength enough to feed it.

Dimly shining through the

never ending darkness that is

human conscience.

Striving to recover from the last

drowning douse of despair.

Each hopeful notion or sentiment

continuing its strenuous later to

become strong and bright

only to be snuffed again by yet

another suffocating wave of despair

to start this eternal cycle once more!! …

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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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