Never tell me

I cannot do it.

Not to me, that I have danced

with two hearts.

And I breathed

with four lungs.

Not to me, that I’ve been ice,

fire and wind.

I’ve taken in my belly

the weight of two worlds,

and I have given birth to

A miracle screaming.

That I have embraced

True and utmost sadness without fear.

And then I have cried smiles.

Do not tell me

that I am not capable

of something.

Or everything.