Find Yourself


Who knows? I’ll probably read this one to my future (but highly unlikely) kids someday.

One day I hope you find yourself –
somewhere in the bitter depths of ivory snow,
through the ice, ammonia, and the Oort clouds.
You unfailingly crave to know you and you alone,
to know the fibers of your skin, the strands of your hair,
the way the dawn disrupts your eyes of sleep and reveries.

Look for yourself in window reflections and broken glass,
when you crawl through the cities and scratch
your nails against cobblestones.
Hunger to know yourself inwardly and outwardly.
Rise like a phoenix and sprout wings of fire.
Rage against the moon, and see the world through
eyes of rose and topaz.

Sail upon the winds and the waters;
walk until your soles blister and your arches ache.
Dust off gemstones and marvel at the wonder
that lives in your shadow.
Live wildly and love fiercely.
Discover how you can ignite lightning and
beat thunder from the pounding of your fists.

Love upon grassy knolls and under the dusk of heaven.
Befriend sorrow and joy and understand virtue and grace.
Take comfort in tree bark engravings,
and make art out of stick figures holding hands.
String together bold beads of copper and coral.
And sleep among moonstones and opals.

One day I hope you find yourself –
on sullen streets and desolate lands.
In the sweet scent of violet and lilac and lavender,
I hope you slumber.
And love. And laugh.
I hope you dwell.
I hope you live,
and you live well.

– Samantha Prasad

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