I wept, and wept, and wept
As I had done only once before
When I first learned that
All my power was borrowed
That my hands were too small
To hold anything of significance
That the universe didn't care about my favorite season
That my name held no meaning

Why would you let me go on the way I did?
Gracing stages,
Planting rose beds,
Finding secrets in the way the light
Streamed through the windowpane, and
Futures in the pink of my flesh,
Why would you let me dance
Without rest?
Why would you let me peak through
The peephole lens?

If there was nothing in the end