Sun's Daughter

I am the sun’s daughter

Lost in the liminality of a temporality

I never thought was mine.

In my mother-less evenings, I dance

With passing comets who seek to meet me

And sleep with my sister’s lover

Knowing she can never stay till dawn.

I used to find perfection in completeness

Believing if I was all or nothing

Maybe I’d be whole, perfectly distilled.

I loved those who sought to bury me

And gave those who wanted to scale me

Spiked shoes and my arterial map.

I did not choose honor-bound climbers

To hold in their hands

The secrets of my valleys and glens.

And so now they say I lay conquered

Having given all I can give

To those who cared not what they had.

I am in pieces

Neither distilled nor perfect

Known and lone.

I find wholeness in my pieces

And in this dream-filled darkness

I’ve refashioned my tallest peaks

And winding rivers into something

unknown once more.

Though I walk in my valleys a stranger

I fear not the marks on their slopes nor

The scars on my belly.

I am the sun’s daughter

Though my past lay in shadow behind

I am turned to the horizon

Ready for my own first light.