greenstorm | Black and white thinking

Humans think in symbols and so if I were to be human I'd need to accept only being seen
As the saviour
As the sign of your goodness
As a measure of your acceptability
As gatekeeper
Forgiver
Open gate
The possibility of future
And the possibility of change.

At the beginning I think there's room for a self and then it calcifies.

More and more I'm expected to perform my function and then
Retreat
Stay out of the way
The convenience of signature without
The messiness of voice

Even when my voice is so quiet these days
A mere whispered symbol that crumbles
Into the leaf litter
And then is softly buried in snow.