Today is a day

where I can’t validate

the phenomenon of a new breath

or the vibrant song in my heart.


The world outside,

adorned with charm

and miraculous brilliance,

gifts to our beings,

yet my eyes have lost it’s gaze,

veiled by deceitful trickery,

my spirit has become disconnected.


A knock at my door and I foolishly

let my past take a seat.

Burying my abundance of hope,

poisoning the beauty where I now nest.


My soul, roaring with intensity,

kicking and screaming for it’s removal,

trying to awaken this body that has become futile.

Relentless in her mission,

abandon never an option.


I’m exhausted by the battle within,

tired of the brutality that has

seized my mind.

On my knees,

needing forgiveness to embrace me,

not knowing it is there

waiting for me to embrace it.


My salvation is not coming,

it is perpetually alive in me.

I must hang on to my bridge of joy

that will lead me to my magnificence

once again.
There lies the power to remove the darkness

that no longer serves my divinity.

I will arise

I will endure.

(c)Voce di Maribella, 2016


I Write


Writing has been my friend for a few years, not necessarily because I consider myself a great writer, but because it is was my voice awakening in the darkness of addiction. I found rebirth in my writing as a safe place to share my thoughts, feelings, and even my anger. Exploring alternate creative expressions, guided me to understand what I liked and what I didn’t like about writing, and most importantly, being comfortable with my decisions.  I gravitate to poetry naturally since for me it is the easiest form of personal renewal in the flow of thought and narration. This is the world I want to be part of on a consistent basis. The elevated sense of creativity is my continual bridge to freedom and growth. Living in my creative realm lets me explore the reality I have now created versus the delusion I have been used to.

(C)Voce di Maribella, 2016


It Is You That I Want

Feel me,
as I nestle
in the unwarranted pain
of your past,
proving to be
useless in the delight
of our glorious present.

Think no more
of a loveless life
as you draw closer
to the volcanic eruptions
defined in the intensity
of our passion;
raptured in a surge
of yearning attraction.

It is you that I want;
with no expectations
of perfection,
rather precarious adventure
of fiery encounters,
releasing all boundaries
created by the rubbish
we’ve been fed.

Dismiss all
that confines you.
I am here.
It is you that I want.

(C)Voce di Maribella, 2016