I’m upset, I have complaints and I get sad
It’s not that I feel different
or that I lost connection with what I love
And I don’t mind that I don’t get to show my face to the sun
And that the strangers don’t smile to me no more
That I don’t get to wear my pretty dresses
That I’ve missed the spring that I’ve been dreaming and planning all winter for
But time…
is something weird
I forget things even if I have a great memory
I recall memories and everything’s there
But I can’t feel your touch on my skin
And it’s really hard to explain what I mean.
I’ve practiced dancing and yoga,
meditation and french
And I get to write more poetry now
I think I’m even getting better at it
And I love these mountains
even though I never explored them
never walked barefoot on the grass
Just on the street
when I was little
And I used to be scolded
like walking barefoot is something wrong
Something that shouldn’t be done
forbidden and
dirty
Not for a child like me
Who has let school and society tell me
Who I should be.
Dear Earth,
Mother Nature,
roots
I belong here,
but at the same time I don’t
and it’s strange
But I’ve abandoned myself completely
in another place.