Can I?

Can I be what I need to be?

I urge to be intense, that's me,

a flare made of ups and downs.

Life itself creates and devastates.

I'm not the name you decide for me

and I preserve myself by changing it.

Becoming is to mutate, not to stay,

is the metamorphosis of the being.

Can I show you how I started loving me?

Inside my chest, there is a green wheel

ready to start its chants, now I can hear.

I'll be me because I am alive and not death.

This is the construction of my boundaries

I am learning how to draw lines in between

to know how to respect me first and others then.

I just want you to know that I forgive you all.

Can I be in search of Truth again?

I won't throw you inside my star

unless you alone decide to jump,

but still, I promise it will not burn.

2nd of April 2019, Bologna