I am a door you opened
and cannot walk through
I am a brick wall
I am not for you
I am not for the hoax that makes you think i am
I am indisputable
I am indescribable
I overflow with life
my heart full to burst with colour and opportunity
too many things to make
languages to learn
literature to read
combinations of words not yet written
my life is a book
and i vow to make it as long and ilustrated as possible
I want to do everything
therefore i do nothing
I'm not a lover
I'm a writer
I will discard you when the words run dry
I'm not a mother
I'm a fighter
with a poem as my battlecry
it is only natural
that we desire a place in the sun
it is our natural habitat
after all,
our mother
we walk in bodies made of star-fibre
we cannot help
but nestle close
to what made us
I am full to the brim with poetry
drowning in it
too many words in my head and my heart,
they fight untill i forget what they mean
an endless war between who i am and who i could be
me and poetry are the same in that we always have something worth changing;
never the same thing for five minutes
never held back by punctuation,
always in the wind or tides or flames
searching for a new meaning
searching for a new meaning
for the place that lets me in
nobody has every truly let me in -
when somebody does
I am already a different person to the one they loved and wanted
my sould forever running away
I am the wind
nobody can catch the wind
forever on the run from themself,
not because they are afraid
simple because
they need to shed their old self like clothes and try on someone new
to be gentle when i wish but powerful enough to uproot you
as much as i evolve
I know who I am
Catherine of Alexandria is my favourite saint
i say frangipani are my favourite flower but its actually daisies
When I tell people i wish i was in the past and they say
'you would have no rights'
I always tell them
I want to be part of the change
I know who I am
I'm a poet
and to be a poet is to know you are the wind
belonging to everybody
held down by nobody