And what if I am too much?
(that ongoing fear)

Because maybe this finite flesh
never could quite contain
this infinite, expanding soul it houses

And maybe
I’d be more at home
dancing among the stars
in vast space
where there is room
to grow
and shrink
and grow
and shrink
than bound to this time and place
chasing illusive consistency

Rivers of grief flow through me
waves of joy crash over me
and it is too much
and I am too much
as I was always meant to be