To someone I’m a lover
To someone I’m a sinner
To someone I’m a memory
Somedays I feel like a burden or a failure
Somedays I feel blessed or glamorous
Sometimes I’m a traveler
Sometimes I’m a prisoner
Sometimes I have a home
Sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I’m too yellow
And other days I’m too white
There are days when I can’t fall asleep
There are days
my bed becomes a locked room with no windows
There are nights I dream of his smiles
There are nights I die in my dreams
Sometimes I can feel the gravity
Sometimes someone is my gravity
Sometimes I’m just floating in the air
Lost and scared
Sometimes I am a dreamer
Sometimes I lose the race
Somedays I have answers
Other days answers are the questions
Somedays I’m invisible
Somedays I’m a person
To someone I am hope
To someone I am desperation
To someone I am their reflections
To someone I am just a shadow
To someone I am their music
To someone I don’t exist
To someone I’m one of them
To someone I’m an alien
In some places I have an accent
In some places I don’t
In some places I’m brave
In some places I’m scared and tired
In some places I feel light
In some places I am heavy
In some places
I’m too small and the room’s too big
In some places
I’m too big for the room
In somedays
At sometimes
To someone
I am just air
with a suitcase heart
in disguise in a human body
filled with memories and joy
or maybe a forgotten yesterday
Butterfly Poetry 