THE WINDOW
I don’t know why I even try anymore.
Sometimes the window just closes
& jams shut, but you miss
your midnight escapes.
Your long-time serenades
& you just want to go outside.
Just keep walking, head bobbing
excitedly as you skip and frolic.
Ignore the throbbing in your toes,
yet the worry in your gut grows
like weeds in the cracks of
pavement. But you’re still walking.
Cammina, cammina, ragazzina.
Non guarda indietro. Non ha paura
perché è meglio di niente.
Reclama il suo passato per il futuro
Perché non ha i fiori dalla sua parte.
Solo le gramigne crescono su questo lato della casa.
She walks, with lo zaino on her back
pressing against poiché una pressione,
senza sollieva, senza speranza, senza la mattina
dire addio alla notte. Perché non è realistico.
Anche ora, i ruscelli le puliscono la faccia
quando il sole si nasconde dietro le nuvole.
When will the light poke through the trees?
When is she coming back with gauze for my aching feet?
La notte mi riecheggia.
Nessuna parola a sé stante
fa freddo, and I’m alone with these old clothes,
glass, and the silence.
Gabriella Sokol is a second-generation Sicilian-American, and a poet who has been writing since she was 6 years old. She participated in poetry slams during her college experience, where she studied History, and returned to open mics since she paused in 2021. Her poem “Affect” was published with New Jersey Bards Poetry Review.
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