In a Room of Many Walls,
I AM WHO I AM
I yearn to be free, free to be me,
someone I've always wanted to be,
no chains binding me,
no locks without a key.
My room has many walls,
not the four that can corner me,
for even with my eyes closed,
I secure openings to many findings.
The ceiling, a bit hard to reach,
but on the wall beneath my feet,
I slip on my old, ballet slippers,
point my toes, and twirl till I drop.
Take me by my hand,
and spin along with me,
into a fantasy of many rooms,
energize velocity, as we become one.
Spread our arms, glide like eagles do,
enchanted in wilerness of endless beauty,
we can always discover a way out of...
and a way back to our nest.
Back to my room of many walls,
You now must know,
it is here you can find me...
it is here that, I am who I am.
Yana Petkov
25th August 2006