I could look around me at the shimmering river
I could climb a tall, beautiful, old tree
I could look far into the horizon
And forget my reality.
I dip my hand in the river to tell the water,
“Go where I cannot.”
I breathe out loud on top of the tree to tell the wind
“Blow where I dare not.”
I look at the sea in the horizon and whisper
My longing to leave this invisible prison.
But If I go I can never come back
And if I stay I could probably never leave.
It’s beautiful here you say,
I do see it.
I have strength you say,
I do know it.
I have to hang on you say,
I have done it.
Look me in the eye,
See my pain,
Hold my hand,
Feel my soul bleed,
From this helplessness,
From this statelessness,
From this homelessness.
How do I build my identity?
How should I define my reality?
What do I wait for?
Why do I persist?
I want to leave my mark.
I was here, I want the world to know it.