You travelled down the river blind
Compulsively seeing, hearing, categorising every minute thing
Grasping with my senses and mind
For paper security in self-obliteration
For an identity that won’t jar so loud
That it shatters the glass in people’s windows
Remembering perhaps that my life was in danger
For showing who i am
Trying to control the future
I held on to the shore.
Until i understood that my life is in danger.
And then, until i understood that this life is not only mine. I have no right to throw it away, or hold on to it.
You awakened in me
The desire to be
For a few moments
In my skin
Touching things as they are given
*for someone who literally travelled down the river blindfolded. 🙂