Yearning for remission

Who am I when I’m not who I am?

Who am I now that I’m inside a planet that I do not know?

Who am I when all I am is searching for…

Existence within flesh.

Existence within grey matter.

Existence with no soul.

Expected to bloom but I’m underwatered.

Understand this new.

Pain makes this very big world, oh so small. 

Outside the leaves emerge. 

Inside this vessel, weak but buds sprout. 

Water me. 

Overwater me, but maybe I’ll be free.