When I was younger

When I was eight
My favourite animal
Was a bird
I use to want to pick up my feet and
Fly far away
Because home was not home
And school was not school
I use to lay on my bed with my arms
Outstretched holding stars in my palms
Begging the moon to pull me up
I wished to travel through galaxies
And collect the hidden treasures
That floated from small sighs and laughter
I didn't realize
Mom was not mom
And dad did not notice
Now I want to be planted firmly
On the ground
With my toes rooted in the earth
And flowers in my hand
I want to be surrounded by bodies
Of water
Gently swaying
I want to be carried from the
Problems and tasks
I want to taste the morning air
And hold the midnight dust
Because I am
Finally me.