Series Of Survivals Poem by sammi ama

all eyes on history
i've proven to be human
with fits of survival

she reminds me i'm adaptable
so i grab my strings of sanity
knot them tight, together
to hold all
that i am
and will be

i'm not running from much
―most definitely not myself
(i'm bringing her with me)

it's simple:
Can't stay still
knowing
there's a bunch of me's
scattered and seeded
in soil, untouched
unthought of, unconsidered
by the limits encompassing
my ignorance―no, no

no, i don't feel like traveling
just living; planning to
exploit the experience of opportunity

if i ever stop to settle
take it as my letter of resignation

the soul inside me, unable
to expand or evolve anymore
than i've already pushed it to

or, perhaps, it may mean
wisdom has outlived wonder