I AM

I am the movement itself

transporting stories and sentiments,

effortlessly,

through rhythm

and bright melodic sighs

that resist outside chatter,

expelling their intrusion

I bring forth a world of resilience,

like a heap of sunlight,

or a gust of wind

rolling forward as a way of sweeping doubt

away from this inner world that was meant to be innocent

This transportation prevents me

from getting caught into worlds

that are not my own

In moving these sentiments, like passages being written,

I am loose, then tight,

dainty, then firm,

Through this transportation,

I am many things

The spaces surrounding me, the empty air

are all my reflection

As long as I can feel myself,

I can see myself

no matter what parts of me remain undetected by others