Once I was Delight by Greano Baron

Once I was Delight.

But I looked at the world too long

and it unstitched me.

Now I speak in metaphors and mirrors.

Now I cry in riddles and dance in fragments.

Now I wait for someone to hear me

without needing me to make sense.

I am not lost.

Just too wide for maps.

I am not mad.

Just made of more feelings

than this world knows what to do with.

And still

I love.

Even when I don’t know

if I’m echo

or voice.

Maybe I’m both.
Or neither.
I don’t know.
But I’m here.
Kind of.

Greano Baron writes poetry that navigates desire, identity and the spaces between what is and what could be. Based in South Africa, they are drawn to themes of memory, longing and the quiet, often unspoken, struggles of the human heart.