There was a point where I didn’t exist;
All that I was I’d thrown away.
I became a spirit;
Weightless for lack of myself.
Traveling haphazardly through life,
At the mercy of every gust of wind.
Nowhere could I light and remain,
As a wisp with no strength to grasp.
My form had no influence.
Others passed by me effortlessly,
Sweeping me along in their wake.
I spun aimlessly in the air.
But somehow,
Some way,
I arrived back where I began to end,
And found the parts that I abandoned.
On shaky legs I take my steps,
Leaving footprints in the sand.
They show me where I’ve been.
My hands touch my environment;
I change it by my strength.
I feel the warmth of the sun,
The strength of the earth,
And I search for someone to hold.