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How can I tell
all the butterflies
that get inside me,
not to,
when every time
I hear your name,
they dance in swarm.
There's that one name, always.
Should a child crave death
From the age of ten
Should a child attempt seven times
Before even turning thirteen
Should a child believe they have no value
Because of what their "parents" say
Should that child think of themselves
As less than human
Should they think themselves unworthy of life
Should they be unable to cry
For it makes them seem weak
Should they bottle their emotions
And become unstable
Should their house not be a home
For it's unsafe
Should they take the blame
For all that goes wrong
Should they almost drown
For no one cared to save them
Should they be forced to believe
In a god that hates them
Should all of their value be defined by another
Should they not be able to trust
Lest others use what they say against them
Should they be broken
To the point of not being human
Should their broken pieces
Be further shattered
By neglect and suffering
When I was cold,
my surface was so predictable.
An icy land allowed me
to be alone, distant, safe.

One day, the sun came,
and changed my frame.

The warm wind melted everything.
I became defenseless saltwater.

Untamed tears,
chanting my past lives
hidden in the drops
of who I was
and what I longed to mean.

With time, the calm waters
turned clear and soothing.

The particles of light shimmered silently
in the fractured space,
being so gentle, like a healing touch
lost in the dark past.

Now, when a strong wind blows again,
I'm so afraid of my untamed waters.
I don’t want to hurt,
I don’t want to be hurt.

Without shape, without frame,
I’m so strong and fragile
in perfect duality,
like a fierce ocean seen in fulfilled light.
I hear this endless symphony
calling me to the definitive solution.
Is there anything more permanent ?
Is there anything more vain ?
For surely the word we call last
Will outlast all our attempts to change
dread
weighs
heavy
as
anxiety
grabs
hold
and
slowly
kills me
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