I asked

I wrote and I stopped
I stopped and I wrote
Never left myself enough time to do neither.
Tried to stop the time,
Tried to write the time,
Tried to time the writing and write the timing-
I tried.

I asked,

Let me be a river.
Let me erode those sharp corners,
Those that have cut me time and time again,
But not anymore.

Let me be a fire.
Let me melt those ice cubes
That sit still in your eyes,
But are ready to change state.

Let me be a dream.
The one from which you never want to wake,
The one you hold on to as your day flows by,
The one you remember without trying

Let me be.
Be there just as air is,
Be there where you want me to be,
Be there even if I’m there no more