my betrayal
to say who I am
feels like betrayal,
for I’m never
the same person
twice
and oh how lovely
it is to know
I’m never who
I was before
and for each
person that knows me
I become someone else
a friend
a daughter
the girl that reads in the bus
and to me I can be
so many things
I am all the books
I’ve ever read
all the words
I never said
all the adventures
that are yet to come
all the poems
to be composed
I am pieces
I am quotes
In sleep I'm an empty field
that inherits the
mother-tongue
of silence
but even then
words reach in like seeds
that sprout roots at my collarbone
and in between my ribcage
the buds full of awe
make of me a home
so that each day
I can start anew
and like the sun
rising in the mountains,
I can be blinding light
I can be piercing warmth