I always seek shadows of June but
get lost in December searching for sunshine.
I never stay up until midnight but
read wolf hour poems at dusk.
If you ask me of childhood, I’ll tell you
of fearing for dying in sickness.
I dream of the rivers and forests but
search for myself in the crowds.
I want to be strong, to be feline, but
behave in the manner of dog seeking my pack.
I can laugh in the face of my sorrow, but
worry when everything’s fine.
I’m human as you but
sometimes I wish to be beast.
Writing a poem of self but not get stuck on cliches is what Amaya wants us to do at dVerse. I’m joining very late but couldn’t miss a prompt like this.
June 6, 2018