Showtime Poem by maria goodison

I am nothing but my long road,
my gains and losses,
words and silences,
refusals and coerced agreements.
A dancing marionette collapsed between acts,
A stumbler seeking answers with a
white-tipped cane,
A drowning struggling in a dry sea,
A insomniac scratching the dust for dreams.
Will you love me for my yeses though they
make-believe?
Need me for pretending there are know no
Or simply remembering that good things come to
Them who waits.
The steps of someone that scores in to my mind that
Changes the movement of the ground you stand on.