Mine
Sometimes
I try too hard
to say something,
to be heard.
How long I have wanted
to be seen
and heard.
I make a discordant sound,
at times.
Sometimes, I am mute
with effort,
stunted
Sometimes,
I make a mess.
Sometimes, I am the one
who doesn’t listen
to my voice.
That’s okay,
I tell myself.
I stop running,
and a new airway
opens in my throat.
I jump,
a happy colt.
Do you see
that I have my own arms?
This body is mine,
I am the only native.
The universe gave me
to me.
I remember the map
where you marked
forbidden territory
with your red marker.
It didn’t keep me
from going inward.
It didn’t make me tame.
It didn’t save you
from yourself.
I hope you find your way home.
It is not here.
