Ellie belfiglio

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




I am a scared turtle, hiding in my shell,

Away from love,

Away from hell…

I hold my tears back from dripping down,

Away from people,

Away from town.

I think about running away!

Away from tomorrow,

Away from today.

I keep my thoughts out of my head,

Away from sorrow,

Away from dread.

And now it’s time for gladness,

Away from cries,

Away from sadness.

Though it was hard, I changed very fast,

Away from pain,

Away from my past.

And now I fly through the sky as a dove,

Away from my shell,

Away to find love!! …



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!"

3 thoughts on ““AWAY”

  1. Right to the heart of pain… Your words are expressions of great empathy. Very nice post Ellie!

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