Hold your head high and smile and

Straighten your back and look ahead

They tell me

Because I

Never know who I am and what I deserve

Never remember

My place in the world.

I think I am a cloud or a see-through curtain

I fancy myself a vase with no flowers in it

I walk around like a clown on a journey

Outside the walls of the home.

I would let birds alight on my shoulder I

Would dig a hut with the fox and her cubs

I would roll on the grass till the sun has scorched me -

But I’ve forgotten my name…

They say

They know it and they

Can help but I

Don’t really know what to do with it. I’m sorry.