At first,
My heart was a rambling contradiction,
accepting the empty household
with nervous discourses of courage.
When all I felt was hopeless,
that they chose to abandon my love.
Then,
Night started rousing the fear of dark
and I could only be drugged by breath,
not wanting to be handled in sleep's capacity.
When all I felt was counterfeit,
for believing I could live in freedom.
At last,
Day showered me with winds of dance
and I no longer found space to be afraid.
Holding my heart above my head,
I wanted to shepherd a part of the world.
When all I felt was ashamed,
for realizing the child in me still stands.
