• Özlem Özkan

I am formless


I thought I was me because of

my ambition,

my studies,

my jobs,

my background,

the way I look,

the way I talk,

the way I write.

Until I realized that

I am formless,

something undefinable,

something untouchable,

something sacred,

something serene,

that can be only felt.

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