Loss of Identity

I spent a lot of my life’s time 

dreaming of freedom,

such as air,

such as sky.

I imagined,

leaving,

going,

disintegrating,

into storm clouds

or an opal pink sunset.

My treasured fantasy,

became me,

until now.

As i’ve grown older

some thing

has crept up and 

invaded me.

Like a loss of

identity.

A longing,

for a long,

intentional life

with loved ones

who ground me.

Kiss me.

I love how two can dance

Til they become one

like we were meant to be.

I want to smell dirt and

feel laughter.

Taste the salt,

of another.

Experience,

true intimacy.

Now,

I don’t want to go.

Now,

I am brave enough

to

let love, love me

and stay.