Contemplating

It was just my time. 

To become responsible for 
me and I had become recluse, 
to lose my memory, 
to pay back my debt. 

I am returning 
the gifts, 
of night, birth and 
sacrifices. 

The wheels― 
had pulled me to slavery. 
I am now floating, 
wingless, 
weightless, 
for I cannot see― 

the parental fall.