The Epic Life

They taught me that
When i was fishing in the
Baking sun. How to spear
A fish in the blackest
Of water, while balancing
On nothing but floating
Wood.

But that was another life.

I learnt a complex
Native tongue. When I
Became a member of the last
Family. Sleeping under
The stars with only bodies
And dreams to keep us warm.

But that was another life.

This face is not the only
One I wear. Changing as
easily as a coat. The
Hooded men, on the tallest
Mountain, showed me pain
And gave me this gift.

But that was another life.

I am me, him, her and them.

But that was another lie.

Advertisements

One thought on “The Epic Life

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s