I Belong to Everything

I belong to everything, yet separated
by body and belief.
I belong to my children though life
would convey the opposite.
I don't mean to be a martyr - 
as mother is certainly more balanced.
I belong to everything, paradoxically
no thing.
I belong to the earth, gravity
reminding me of my place.
I belong to my pets as they
claim my lap, my time, my bed.
I belong to the stars and I strive
to remember their wisdom.
I belong to everything and
sometimes I resist that.
I belong to no mother now
that she has died.
I cannot belong to my father
since he barely claimed me at all.
I no longer belong to Eric
but I am lying to myself here.
Yes, I still belong to Eric,
his memory and love hold tight.
I belong to the IRS with each
monthly payment billionaires avoid.
I belong to everything - air, water and
energy creating the illusion of me.
I belong to my body and do my
best to nourish and care for her.
I belong to my thoughts, from fucked-up
to fabulous - they basically own me.
I belong to my truth and no matter
how I pretend, it's always me.
I belong to my power, and sometimes
that scares the shit out of me.
I belong to no one, as I am somehow
a sovereign being.
I belong to the universe and I hear
many claiming it has my back.
I belong to love and know it
makes up every aspect of my soul.
I belong to my house, though I've 
never wanted to be so trapped.
I belong to money and that's been an
interesting dance I'm trying to grace.
I belong to commercialism, capitalism and
all things programmed into me by society.
I belong to my lineage, as multi-diverse and
blended into homogeny as it's become.
I belong to my poetry, ever wanting
to express through me, unfiltered.
I belong to my words which run faster than
I can tame, and are supposed to be impeccable.
I belong to life, death and absolutely everything.

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