When you are young you start discovering
All the different parts of you, testing them out,
Getting to know them thoroughly and individually.
Sometimes it can be a confusing time,
Thinking you have to choose one of them
To represent who you are.
But as you grow up you learn that all these different pieces
Fit perfectly together like a jigsaw puzzle
Creating a beautiful picture, original and unique
In its artistry


Hovering above myself

I am hovering above myself
As though my existence is a circle
Painted on borrowed beach sand
Drawn by sticky fingertips
On someone else’s reality,
Its oily prints trailing a whole universe
Upon a silent sky.