Bilancio
Ho amato come sapevo amare.
Non come nei manuali.
Non come nei post motivazionali.
Ho protetto
con le paure addosso,
con la mia storia,
zavorra silenziosa,
Ho riempito i vuoti
per l’atavico istinto
di sopravvivenza.
Ho lottato,
deponendo le armi
nell’anticamera delle responsabilità,
a lotta finita.
Imperfetta
come le sbavature
di un rossetto malmesso.
Sempre identica a me stessa.
Balance *
Not by the manuals.
Not by motivational posts.
I protected
with fear wrapped around me,
with my own story—
a silent ballast I carried.
I filled the empty spaces,
moved by an ancient instinct
for survival.
I fought,
and laid down my weapons
in the antechamber of responsibility,
when the battle had already ended.
Imperfect,
like the smudged trace
of carelessly worn lipstick.
Always
and only
myself.
*The English translation was produced with the assistance of artificial intelligence.