FIORE DI CAMPO.

by caterina rotondi

WILD FLOWER.

That feeling of helplessness 
explodes inside me 
when 
I look around 
and find only pain.

I’ll stop 
one day I’ll stop. 
It will be today 
or tomorrow.

I will dry 
those eyes of tears. 
I will wait 
for a smile to be born in you.

Like a wild flower 
I will place it 
on my heart.

And they will remain without fearing 
the darkness of the night.