gia mancini

poetry deserves to be felt in soul

[mancinigia]

reflections of becoming

In the quiet of her room, she stands before the mirror, a reflection fragmented by the shards of her past, each piece a whisper of who she’s told she should be, each fragment a cry of who she knows she is.

Her body, a battleground of expectations and truth, a canvas painted with society’s harsh strokes, yet beneath the surface, a vibrant hue, a color that defies the gray of misunderstanding.

She walks through streets where eyes linger too long, where whispers turn to daggers, and silence roars, where the world demands she fit into its mold, yet her heart beats a rhythm that breaks through the noise.

In the depths of night, when shadows embrace, she finds solace in the moon’s gentle glow, a reminder that even in darkness, there is light, a soft beacon guiding her through the storm.

Her voice, once a murmur lost in the wind, now rises with the dawn, a song of defiance, each note a declaration of her existence, each verse a testament to her truth.

She is a symphony of becoming, a melody that transcends the binary’s chains, in every step, a dance of resilience, in every breath, a whisper of freedom.

For she is not the mask she was forced to wear, not the silence she was taught to bear, but a woman emerging from the shadows, embracing her reflection, whole and radiant.

~ Gia Mancini

[mancinigia]

a symphony in the night

In the heart of darkness, a flicker of light, a beacon of hope amidst the storm, where shadows stretch like endless paths, and silence weighs heavy as stone.

In the depths of despair, where dreams falter, and fear grips tight like icy tendrils, there blooms a fragile bud of resilience, fed by whispers of courage and faith.

Through the labyrinth of uncertainty, where every step feels uncertain, there's a melody of hope, soft and persistent, refusing to fade.

It's in the quiet moments of introspection, where the soul finds solace in whispered prayers, and in the touch of a hand, warm and steady, that hope finds its voice, clear and unwavering.

For in the darkest of times, when the world holds its breath, it's hope that breathes life into the shadows, and paints the sky with the promise of dawn.

~ Gia Mancini

[mancinigia]

a father's farewell

In the twilight of my days, as the light begins to wane, I sit with memories, like old friends gathered 'round.

My body, once a fortress, now a fragile shell, each breath a whispered farewell, each heartbeat a fading echo.

I see your faces, etched in love, the lines of worry, the tears you hide, and I want to hold you, reassure you, but my strength ebbs away like a receding tide.

The days blend into nights, a mosaic of moments, laughter, tears, lessons shared, a legacy woven through time.

I hope you remember the stories, the wisdom in my worn-out words, the love that never wavered, even as my body failed.

In the quiet of this room, I find peace in your presence, the warmth of your hands, the comfort of your voices.

Though I am leaving, I am not gone, for in your hearts, I live on, a part of you, forever strong.

So when the final breath escapes, and I slip into the unknown, know that my love surrounds you, a gentle, eternal embrace.

~ Gia Mancini

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[mancinigia]

inside the soul's abyss

In the stillness of midnight, when the world is hushed and dark, a battle rages within, silent and unseen.

The weight of existence, presses heavy on the soul, like an anchor dragging through the depths of despair.

Thoughts like shadows creep into the mind, whispering their poison in the language of hopelessness.

Every breath feels borrowed, every heartbeat an echo, of a life teetering on the edge, between being and oblivion.

The mirror reflects a stranger, eyes haunted by invisible wars, fighting to stay, fighting to let go.

There’s a scream trapped in the throat, choked back by the fear, of being too much, and not enough.

In the darkness, a glimmer, a faint flicker of light, a reminder of moments, where laughter once danced.

The struggle is silent, a labyrinth of thoughts, where each turn feels like a step deeper into the abyss.

But somewhere, faint but true, there’s a whisper of hope, a promise that tomorrow might bring a sunrise.

In the heart of the storm, strength is found in the smallest acts, a breath, a step, a reaching out, an anchor of human connection.

Though the shadows loom large, and the weight feels unbearable, there is a resilience in the soul, a stubborn flicker of life.

In this silent battle, know that you are not alone, that even in the darkest hour, your light still shines.

~ Gia Mancini

[mancinigia]

beyond the façade:

In the quiet hours before dawn, when shadows linger like unspoken doubts, a man sits with the weight of expectations, etched into the furrows of his brow.

He learned early that tears are for weakness, that vulnerability is a dangerous dance. So he tucks away his fears, beneath layers of stoic resolve.

In the labyrinth of masculinity, he navigates the narrow corridors, where emotions are stifled echoes, and tenderness is a fragile thing.

He measures himself against rigid ideals, carved from the stone of generations past, struggling to reconcile vulnerability with the armor he’s been taught to wear.

He wrestles with the silence that suffocates, where words are sparse as desert rain, and the ache of loneliness echoes in the hollow spaces of his heart.

He carries the weight of unspoken burdens, swallowed like bitter pills, in a world that measures his worth by the hardness of his edges.

But beneath the facade of strength, lies a soul that yearns to breathe, to shed the mask of invulnerability, and embrace the fullness of his humanity.

For he is not just the sum of expectations, nor the embodiment of stoic resolve. He is a mosaic of complexities, where fragility and strength intertwine.

In the quiet moments of introspection, he dares to redefine what it means to be a man, and finds solace in the beauty of his flaws.

~ Gia Mancini

[mancinigia]

a love's quiet revolution

In the shadow of narrow streets, where whispers carry more weight than truth, two hearts find each other.

Love blooms in hidden corners, underneath a moon that understands, bathed in a light unseen by judging eyes.

They walk hand in hand, each touch a defiance, each glance a silent promise.

The world outside tightens its grip, fences them in with words sharp as daggers, but their love remains soft, resilient.

In the quiet of stolen moments, they build a fortress of whispered dreams, stronger than the walls around them.

Every morning brings a battle, faces that turn away, eyes that burn with disapproval, yet they stand, back to back, unyielding.

For in each other, they find courage, a sanctuary no law can breach, a truth no lie can shatter.

Their love is a quiet revolution, a gentle flame in a world of darkness, burning with the hope of a freer tomorrow.

~ Gia Mancini