Mine is the sunlight that kisses my cheek

When I open my eyes in the morning

Mine is the raindrop that slides down my windowpane

When the shower's just about to start

Mine is the gust of wind that shoots into my room like a lightning bolt

When the rest of the air outside leaves no more space for it

But mine, too, is the song of hunger in my stomach

When I've emptied my fridge the night before and have nothing left for the new day

Mine is the vaselike heart beating under my breast

When I've entertained myself with all I could and still find myself longing

Mine is the denial of the words, "It's good to be alive," on my lips

As I settle for a shrug when someone asks me if I'm alright