Wings of fire Let it burn, let it burn Let it burn away what isn’t me Walk through life Let it burn Walls ignite Let it burn, let it burn Let it burn away Reality falls Let it burn That cage is gone Let it burn, let it burn Let it burn away what isn’t me -Elena Nola, August 2021
Sonnet for an unnameable emotion
Far easier to say what it is not! It is not fear, nor apprehension bleak; Anxiety is likewise term unsought; Too negative those words all sound to speak. Pain fills the gap between what is and what Is wanted. I am open, free of need, Held unattached to any outcome but Still hopeful for the sprouting of the seed. If staring at the edge of the unknown Is standing on a cliff debating depth, Uncertainty of fate I hold alone As company to take that plunging step. I feel as though I'm screaming without breath, Embracing change as life, and stasis, death. -Elena Nola
Elena Nola, Poet 