my betrayal

to say who I am

feels like betrayal,

for I’m never

the same person

twice

 

and oh how lovely

it is to know

I’m never who

I was before

 

and for each

person that knows me

I become someone else

a friend

a daughter

the girl that reads in the bus

 

and to me I can be

so many things

 

I am all the books

I’ve ever read

all the words 

I never said

all the adventures

that are yet to come

all the poems

to be composed

 

I am pieces

I am quotes

 

In sleep I'm an empty field 

that inherits the

mother-tongue

of silence

but even then

words reach in like seeds

that sprout roots at my collarbone

and in between my ribcage

the buds full of awe

make of me a home

so that each day

I can start anew

 

and like the sun

rising in the mountains,

I can be blinding light

I can be piercing warmth

 

 

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