The Wake

I never lack the courage of my conviction,
I, in turn, dare to dream.
This place, this bed with no blankets,
This house with no roof,
Stands as a breathing reminder of the person I'll become.
I have love, but no love.
I have a mirror, but no reflection.
I have a heart, but no organs.
I am human, whose clothing hangs,
As a veil o'er a body,
Given a taste, yet scolded never to swallow.
But even in the wake,
Drops of dew settle on grass,
I close my eyes, and drift to sleep.