by Bemsi Wallang

She spins through the current with wide eyes and arms apart

All she wants is to feel something to remind her that feeling has not left her

and bitterness is not her

with the space she has been given

She will make something of herself

and the grace within her soul ignites her to love and re-love and refine

In all the times they claimed her as theirs

She never knew that she was hers

The one she could call “mine.”