Soul Poem

This Soul.

I seek to live and die as this soul.

I seek not to identify alone as a woman.

All the hips and words and slurs and pain that comes with a word I do not feel defines me.

I seek to be a soul alone- a feeling- a trace of hands over a heavy beating heart.

I cannot accept me, love me, breathe this in that compels me.

I can stretch my life around this but cannot feel it.

Pieces break, pieces sink to the bottom, I am broken. 

bluetuesday bluetuesday
26-30, F
Feb 17, 2010