The cry went up,
Preserve!
At all costs!
but in the midst of preservation,
there was destruction.
Destroy!
Rid yourselves of this
being which might
ultimately wipe you out.

Your love created her.
Your love will sustain her.
She will be the light of your lives,
your world, your union,
your very selves.

How can we destroy her?
Who are we to take your life away?
Who are you to take my life away?
Who are they to take your life away?

So Here I Am.
and what if…
what if I had only been an inch-long
curled-up being, then no more.
Would I still have had memories
of my world ?
Would I still have been me?

Would I still have been me?

Or someone else….
or nobody?
or somebody?

Who would I have been?

Who am I?