Dear Feelings,
You are my soul’s response to every experience
and the teacher who inspires me
to make art out of life,
but when you arrive,
I am careful not to change
my name to yours.
Sentences like,
“I am sad”, or
“I am sorry”,
are imprisoning
whenever I put emphasis
on the am.
The adjectives are incomplete
and not always true.
I recognize
the fullness of my identity,
so I won’t allow you
to define me
when you visit
my day.
You’ll always pass away
even if you return
for a time.
Roots & Hope 