A poem of desperation and hope, by Concetta, exclusively for Different Truths.

I sit in the void
Thoughts abound 
Some good, some bad

The light flickers
Bright
Brighter
D
azzling
Brilliance
As the shadows recede; burnt
Into the darkness

The light begins to return
Unhurried
Slow
Imperceptible
The ego returns
To strengthen, restore, improve 
The soul, the essence of the person

To fight the good fight
To extinguish the spark
Before it burns
Before the brilliance comes back
Before the fire becomes an inferno
The void lifts
Leaving me exhausted.

Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths

Concetta Pipia

Concetta Pipia is retired from environmental design, law, and business. She turned to writing and founded the Aspiring Writers’ Society and its e-zine, the AWS e-zine, where she is co-editor. Her poetry has been published in various anthologies, including “Expressions on War,” “Purush Anthology,” “Poetry on a Plate with Spicy Mango,” etc., and e-literary magazines, including “Different Truths.” Concetta is a certified well-life coach who loves horticulture and dogs.