On being Me

**I wrote this poem in a dirt filled journal while living in Hawaii. I was feeling a bit restless, yet limitless, and so very free. My 'problems' had followed me and I was toying with them, laughing at them; playing the game of life.

On being me

I'm good at leaving
Ask me to stay and I won't.
Bring me to the past
I will walk away again.

Tell me you love me
I will say I love you too
Not to lie, but because in that moment I do

I'm hard to hold on to
even for me
I will be gone for months
And then there I am, don't you see?

Who are you today?
I can never promise that.

Commitments mean solidity
How can I promise when I am never on the ground?

There's the feeling!
Wanting what you can't have.
Oh, wait! You can have it!
Anything is possible!

Maybe I need boundaries
Tie me down, I'll wiggle free
Maybe I need the opposite

Maybe I need me.

I'm an alien to this body
Surprising myself
Dreams I feel free
No body as a limitation
Just light that is me.

Wake up, what is this heaviness?
I have an age?

Dreams are real sweet one
And so is this.
What fun!