I am not all human, yet not all hawk either.
I wonder if I will ever completely be either one.
I hear what no human can hear, and
I see what no human can see.
I want to find my place in this strange world.
I am not all human, yet not all hawk either.

I pretend I am all human, yet not for more than
two hours a time.
I feel Rachel's frustration about our
'relationship', because it mirrors my
own.
I reach to try to lessen the pain I know she
feels, even if she doesn't show
it.
I worry that in this battle I might lose her for
real.
I cry inside, never letting my pain show.
I am not all human, yet not all hawk either.

I understand that I will never be fully hawk, but
I don't like it.
I say that it doesn't matter what tomorrow
brings, but I really do care.
I dream of being completely human, sleeping in a
bed, eating normal food.
I try not to dwell on that image too much,
knowing it will only bring up the
topic of whether to remain hawk or trap myself as
human.
I hope someday I will be at peace with my odd
predicament, knowing I never
 will.
I am not all human, yet not all hawk either.