For a dear friend that went looking for herself...
I wish to be a time traveler, stumbling
into the heritage of my familial ghosts
to journey through their collective lessons
there is where I originated, where I will unearth.
I yearn to be a florist, inhaling
the subtle moments of my life
when unable to sense
wondering about the ones I never drew in.
I ought to be the action hero in my life, rising
into the winds, with no withered forethought
beneath the weightless cape of my family
knowing bravery at every crossroad.
I will recover as a concert pianist, arriving
on the lighted stage of my awareness
revealing the conservatory of myself
to perform for them and with them.