Warm, All the Time

We can lose ourselves

and 

We can find ourselves

and when we discover something we have lost

it is much more valuable than something we have bought.

You can’t be bought

when you become so different

from institutions that mold you

parents who told you

people who never saw you.

They think they can decipher my words and know me like a religious text

but I am like God, unknowable

although, people claim to know me.

Suddenly, you can’t hide your difference in the dark, anymore

and you are rising like the sun.

They glare at you

but you don’t need their shadows to feel good, anymore.

All you need 

is to find yourself—

and that makes you warm, all the time.