By Dana Livelli
I don't want to love anymore I want a cold, black gate Lock me away, wrought iron fate I am not bound to you, These floods deceive When clung to the power of false belief A steel pickaxe charges way through dirt, if cutting up rocks and roots does hurt then whisper, dear Earth, and make it clear: The opposite of love isn't hate, it’s fear
About the Contributor & Piece
Poet, singer/songwriter, and future English teacher are just some of the many hats in Dana Livelli’s collection. Interested in the dynamics of family, love, and relation to the Self, Dana uses written word as a vehicle of expression and understanding. By exploring her own peculiar world, she hopes to bring others a common thread of connection as they foot their own paths.