Someone Like Me {Poetry}

Remember an Olive Tree

Peace, I dream,

A cover to seek.

Stars, I deem,

To alter the bleak.

A stone of shadow,

        A cradle of light.

A vial of music,

        A whisker of night.

We record our names

        On small slips of paper,

        Each lightly altered by wind -

We conspire to block

        The burgeoning Earth

        With a single citrus rind -

We stroke the blank skies

        With a darkest of ink -

We blemish the moon

        With a humblest of winks -

And we expect retribution.

As our hopes are early,

And our doubts, late,

We fear no spirited danger,

Even by rosè gates.

"Humans do not determine their identities;

Children should not propose their fates."

But we, figures who blaze

Brighter than your soul,

Will demonstrate what it

Implies to be whole -

What it means to be

An Athena, a goddess

        Of them all.