TRUE PURPOSE
Draw me a.
Bridge
That I may
In a whim
Cross it
Reaching
The other side
Of here...
I am set
Ready to leave!
Out of time
My garments are
Made
Of cloth and paper
Straps.. .
They'll tell you
The tale
Of my long wait!
Upon my feet
I wear no heels
Just plain
Sandals...
They've been worn
For a great long
While
Thinned out by
The passage
Of timeless time!
Above my head
The skies have
Turned
Many times over
Marking the many
Rebirths
Of Earth...
Still, I remain myself
Yet someone else!
So draw me
A bridge
That I might
Cross it...
I tire, I weaken
Where you are
I too desire
To be...
Rested and content
Like you
Knowing my
True purpose
In my identity...!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
