the wind is willing me to the ground and the sun scrutinizing squinting down in criticism while i squint up in fright and shame but of what
plants curl up every which way to the sun while my growth is stunted
nothing is mine i am not worthy to see the sky it is not mine to see the wind does not want me to stand the sun does not want me to stay
go it tells me you are not wanted you are not worthy these things are not yours go find something that is yours it tells me it shouts and whispers and pushes and wills me to move away from the wind away from the sun anywhere but here go move it shoos me with upturned noses closed eyes and beautiful dainty hands you cannot stay we do not want you not here move but i cannot move so i hide in the dark in a room from the sun from the wind from the light but so much beauty i want to see it i am drawn to it but banned from it i am not allowed to see