With cold feet

I walk into a room that has no space

For broken people like myself//

Where people judge you

Before they even know the true colour of your eye

Before you even get the chance

To show at least one version of yourself

As I walk I feel all the steps

That my grandmothers have taken

Towards a different kind of life

I carry on these shoulders

All the unborn babies

And all the forgotten goodbye hugs

So that we can remember

We are, in fact, not just ourselves

I live in a multidimensional story

Which I sometimes like to twist and turn

Just so that I can have a little bit more fun

I sit with myself for hours

And carry myself around these streets

Always alone

My feet take me to places I never knew

And I let them |

I would better get lost then stay