Astoria
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fallorae
I am, or,
I was
someone who didn’t know who I was, or, am.
No way to start this poem, no way to really see
Who
I
Am.
It took one night to have everything settle in.
My mind stirred during this one night.
This poem wasn’t relevant before that night, I
hadn’t
even
thought
about
it.
Lights dimmed and then flashes happened
Once, twice, three times
The beats appeared in the back then the bass
then the rhythm started and words soared through the
room.
It began in my feet.
Waves traveled up my legs
and
rattled my empty chest.
Vibrations shook my ribs and my body was overcome.
My mind was excited and forgot everything.
Everything.
I was so used to an empty chest that when weight entered –
a good kind of weight,
the heavy feeling didn’t feel so somber for once.
I felt proud to carry myself for once; I was proud to be in that moment.
Lyrics swirled around my head
as bodies pushed against me.
I held on to the one person I’ll always need
as we let loose and danced to the music surrounding us.
I am who I am when dark walls, strangers, and music surround me
but I don’t feel alone.