banshee

I probably won’t publish this

who knows how to say goodbye to a dream

or is it a dream if no one knows it’s a dream?

is it a dream if you don’t know it’s a dream?

what is it like to feel a passion for something

so deep

so intense

you think you wouldn’t survive a night in the wilderness

staggering mumbling and hoarding

your power, yourself

for the world to not see

what happens when you stop caring

and open a glass jar of memories and shame

will they think you are merely a fragmented girl

scared and lonely

hiding from the banshee that is your power

but you are the same

you two create a holy script

you are not separate because you see

you can’t be

you exist within each other and without each other

and in spite of each other

because that’s the thing

your power

your shame

your voice

your melody

your art

your passion

are all you, waiting to be recognized