Purple and gold. I took the picture. Bulgari’s Exhibition, Palazzo Venezia, Rome.


Tiziana Arnone
Nov 13 · 1 min read

A non-fiction poem

I wrote a book.
I published it.
I promoted it,
for the first time,
the chance
to show up
and succeed.

And my heart?
Oh, my heart
is beating faster
and faster.

And I cannot move
because I pushed
too hard
and the worst
is stopping me
and my
blood is speeding up
in my veins.

My brain is
retaining me
as an arrow from a bow.

This means
to realize
I can do it
If I can imagine it.

The strong struggle ever
is arising with myself,
the worst enemy ever
and now,
now that I am writing,
my blood is calming down
gently begins my tenderness and lucidity words to blast out and fill it.

I am a writer
at heart.
I am a poet
at heart.

I want
to stay.

I feel myself
trying to forgive
and to embrace
the wound,
the loneliness,
the joy,
the wonder,
my heart voice.

Here I am.
This is me.

Welcome to my world.

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Tiziana Arnone

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“I write what I couldn’t tell anyone”. writer. poet, observer. Relationship. Parenting. Personal Growth. Enchanted with life. Thin Skin/amazon.com

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