Italiano/Original version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/03/16/poesia-convalescenza/
I’m in recovery,
I need to heal, slowly.
This pain took away my concience,
there’s something missing: it’s coherence.
This feeling, is my science.
I tell you a secret, whispering in your ear:
I want to get better, to heal,
so when I’m at full energy, there will be no more fear.
I want to fight back, this is my gear.
I want to take it all back,
even if my demons are hitting hard…
this is what happens when you let down your guard.
I imagine a new victory,
I want to make a witchery.
This evil will end,
a new story, I will tell.
I want to heal, but now I’m suffering,
trying to find a new beggining.
I don’t want to stay here to die,
it’s all a fucking lie.
I want to get up and strike back,
win this game of blackjack.
Of course, need to heal first.
I’ts clear that I would fight to the death.
I want to see more,
all of these stuff…
You know, I thought I couldn’t feel any worse, once…
But now, I see that it was possible, of course.
I need to break this curse,
can’t stand still in remorse.
But I need to go faster,
time doesn’t wait, it’s a master.
Must get right my way,
bring some colour, in all this grey,