sometimes i lose my name

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sometimes
    i lose my name
and become
    "the thing that is
tired and afraid"
the thing that is suspended
    between states
i put on clothes
    that aren't mine
i play the role
    and stay in line
sometimes...
    i give my life away
. ..   .    .
but as the sun comes up
        in the morning
    and as the leaves
greet the rain
my feet awaken
    and the earth
        makes a claim
over my soul
    its roots
over the thing
    that is tired
and afraid
the earth calls for me
    and i porclaim:
"i cast you away
    oh fear of fear
        i cast you away!"
"i take claim
    over my home
        and my body
i cast you away!"
the spell breaks
    even if for a moment
        and i finally
remember my name
. ..   .    .
A poem for forgetting, and the remembeing that finds its way.
Much love,
Zulfa