I Am More Than Robotic

I used to believe I never had
a boxy shape, and without a mirror,
my figure was like a shape-shifter-
however many eyes told me
this was the real world,
I would always tell them back that
the world can never have enough
colors and transforming shapes,
it's how the world never gets old.

I used to survive
with an awkward heartbeat
gorging with uncontrolled
emotions....
and those inky sentiments
paved an artist's way
to realizing who and what
I honestly loved.

I remember feeling like
a molecule of air,
new and unused, but not dusty,
just unpracticed.
And nothing could keep me
from learning, moving,
surviving in different scenes.

But life can cut your throat
before you paint those doctrines.

And while the burdens circuit
through my heart veins,
I stop
f l o a t i n g.....
feet of lead
brain of metal.

I want to re-accomplish
the "I used to"
and make an effort
to be myself,
to be more than a dead dream.

I know I am capable
if I keep my faith ahead of me,
following the light of truth
to find a wide place
in the world
of human d i g n i t i e s.

Written March 6, 2012.