Mountain Daydream

You came to me in a daydream
carrying handfuls of sand.
You buried me underneath the weight
of billions of tiny pebbles
ground from faraway mountains
in some faraway land.
I choked under the pressure
of everything holding me down-
foreign objects filling up my eyes,
ears, nose, and mouth.
I became a mountain,
towering high and alone.
You became the wall between
what I love and what I've known.
Your body is a sieve,
filtering out the misconceptions in me
and I am a world of mistakes,
buried and towering- high, alone and free.
Should I feel ashamed,
or should I feel proud?
I've got tears in my eyes
and birds in my mouth, singing
"I am what you are, and you are
what you've always wanted to be.
We are one in the same,
dear child from the dark.
I am what you are
and we share the same heart."