a ladybug's last breath

Somewhere beneath me I wish there was a place to land,

a haunting space to stand and;

be.

I want to feel haunting and ache to breathe,

a feeling so pure beyond me,

a thing.

I want to spare my limbs on grass and feel the heat,

I wish I was more than a human,

I wish sometimes to be,

an organ.

I want functionality and malfunction,

I want to withhold the plan of living,

I want to nourish.

I am a daughter,

sometimes I fail to see a plan forthcoming.

I am bored,

I am not a mother,

I am a bother.

A free falling ladybug bored of humming,

disrupting the spaces that nature paces,

outliving beyond me.

I am blessed to have this leaf ,

providing pleasure to unwind.

I am grateful,

to breathe this air that others provide me.

I have no right to ask to be free.

All I can offer is my last breath,

a plea.