I need to let my heart rest
Let the devastation settle
Let my mind find a quiet state
To contemplate this pain.
There are no answers.
There is no end.
There is no hope to be found
In the darkness that surrounds me.
Yet here I must sit.
Here I must wait.
Here I must find myself
In the wreckage of my identity.
I am not American.
I am not a woman.
I am not even human.
I am and I am not.
There is a formlessness of existence
In which all moves
All breathes
All shifts
All sees.
When I cease to define myself,
To align myself with one thing
To distance myself from another,
I become one
Again.
I remember
As I forget
Myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem