Where am I going?
I don't know,
but I sense the calm
in my bones
when I move,
when I don't stay too long,
even if I can't create a bond
with a place
or a person.
I'm not cursed,
I just can't
stay in a line
like you do
because for me,
that's a prison sentence.
You’re forcing me
with these lies
behind the bars
of this golden cage.
So I tend to get tense,
when you suggest that I
settle down,
I am not a mom
yet,
or maybe
I don't ever want to be
one.
So let me live
on my own terms,
let me enjoy freedom.
It's not wrong,
don't worry.
"No," is a full sentence,
end of this story.