Integration

Do not ask me to melt them down, to pour my silver souls into a single,plain coin. We are a treasury,a collection of rare and minted things. The one who holds the joy, the one who knows the sting, the one who can stand upright, the one who taught us how to take flight. We are learning to lay down the locks and the keys, to stop building walls in the same body. We are hanging a gallery of all we had to be, and the first step is not to become one, but to finally see.