A Different Set of Scales

I pull it from my lungs,
from the seat of me,
the floor, the places
where there shouldn’t be
places of something
to accumulate. I want to be
grounded, want to have
roots but then again
I don’t want to be
tied down.

Peel myself out of the layers
and set them all on fire.
Then set all Them on fire
who tell me that I
cannot have both,
that I cannot
have it all

so what if I am Light and Air
so what if I am Spring and Blossom
and Bloom
so what if I am Death Eternal
and the Blackness of Rot that takes it all
so what if I am,

bitch

I contain more
than you can comprehend
and I can be both
beauty and destruction,
both joy and rage,
both accomplishment and lackluster despair.
I can be both
worm and bird,
larva and butterfly,
egg and fucking dragon
don’t believe for one moment that you could
contain my multitudes.