I am a runaway,
Scared to run, but enough strength to leave the place I called home,
I can’t remember home.
I am a nomad,
Wanting and waiting to see the world around me,
I can’t see the world.
I am child of an immigrant,
Who knows the roads and whispers to the earth,
I can’t understand the language.
I am a musician,
Creating symphonies so the world can listen,
I can’t hear the music.
I am an artist,
Using the colors of the universe at my will,
I can’t capture such beauty.
I am girl who dreams but never sleeps,
Who listens though never speaks,
Feels but never sees,
Remembers then forgets.
This girl is me.