Identity

By Amanda May

Let them be as a lion

Always cherished, loved, guided, protected

But stuck in the heat.

I'd rather be a small, stealthy leopard

hiding in the trees like an owl.

To have been swayed by the reaches of the unknown

To live exposed to the vast madness of the earth

To feel soft as the winter's snow

To be the worriless pride of the wind

I'd rather be overlooked

I'd rather hide in the shadows

Than be a cherished and loved lion.

If I could stand alone, strong and free

I'd rather be a small, sneaky leopard.