The bullies were tough on me in high school Mikale

You're a tree, a
    dove, an idea, a

name, a face. It belonged to
    me. Made me feel

whole. I gathered
    wisdom in my hands.

It felt surreal. My
    mouth dry. My spirit

warm. I have to embrace
    the future. This,

(Perhaps that is why I'm a poet.
    I'm always writing to reach you.)

this means war.
    You're a sigh. Ornamental.

Now I know what
    love is. Letting go. Letting go.

Health reasons
    dictate the distances

I travel now. Go places.
    Going, going, gone.

I am the current, the climate, the energy
    of the sun, the planets.

I am intricate. I am thought.
    I am the morning.

I am spirit, and future.
    You're a Saturday morning.

Remote-controlled flesh and blood.
    In your arms I feel I can be anything.