I have grown over time to love my story
tapestries of fingerprints resting
on my skin and my bones
the ancient clay of my breath
and my song ask questions
full of longing:
if i didn't known my power
would the people around me be safe?
if i could forget my wonder and light,
would i become a more satisfactory morsel?
did i choose to be this vast or did the sky
just need someone to match her?
i may never know

10/10/17