Alessio Gaetano

There are nights that seem eternal,

crevices of shadow carved into the chest,

where fears become lanterns

and doubt becomes the only bed.

Yet even the densest, deepest dark

keeps the seed of a new beginning,

a calm heartbeat, a hidden tremor,

the ancient patience of the sky at solstice.

Don’t ask yourself how far you fell,

nor how many shards you left along the path:

every wound the soul has kept in silence

is a crack through which your destiny shines.

Rise,

not because the world is free of storms,

but because the storm is not your nature.

You are the steady root, the rock and the cloak,

the light that breaks every fear.

Shine,

not to light up those who watch you,

but to remember who you truly are:

a living fire, a star that comes late,

but that, once kindled, lights up the present.

Lift your gaze, breathe in the dawn,

your time has not passed, it begins now.