Parlay my heart into
A time when I forgot about
Being too much for someone
An hour when my mother didn’t
Call me a user
A morning when my father didn’t
Call me ungrateful
No losers
We all have our damage
But what is in our valise
How do we unpack it?
Don’t accept things as they are
Make them what you see
Kiss it goodbye
Tree reaching for the sky
I see you, I feel your branches
Like tentacles of hope
Earth you can be my mother
Spirit you can be my father
Sky you can be my lover
Am I causing isolation
To gain strength and closing
Myself off to oblivion
Water tank
Dunk me in the light
Target practice
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Poétique 