POEM 47: Di Fronte Alle Tue Paure (Facing My Own Fears)

I told them to face their fears.
They did and won. 
Now I'm faced by my fears 
I turn around and run. 

I told them to embrace their demons
They did and made peace.
Now I'm visited by my own demons 
I fight them and then flee. 

I told them to take risks by the horn 
They did and reaped bountiful yields. 
Now I'm challenged by love 
I hide like tares in a wheat field. 

Don't laugh at my cowardice
Nor mock my many fears 
Look in the mirror and you'll find 
The nay in your every yes.