I hope when we meet again
You can see a mecca
I have made in myself
A road
I have paved myself
Trees I have planted
And kept alive
Myself
By being myself
I hope when we meet again
You can be proud of the
Documents
I have collected in my speech
Essays
That reflect in my skin
So many words
I have pieced together
That you can see me glowing
Maybe it’s the lighting
Or the lighting in me
That dissipated
Never quite gone
Just spread apart
As if galaxies
Were waving to distant friends
Not blinding
But merely expanding
Growing
Growing to where
I can finally see past
The vines
That held me back
For so long
I guess when we meet again
You can build thoughts of me
For yourself
And I’d hope they have changed
But it’s not to you
What I am
I guess I shouldn’t mind
The status of me
In the mind of you
In the mind of anyone
I finally fit
In this body
And want to share
Whenever we meet again
Isabelle Justice 