I have been so many things.
I was crafted from dirt roads and
bathed
in starry nights.
Given hair the color of too much
sun.
I once surrounded myself with city walls
just to see if I was carved from stone,
or if my
limbs
could rival twisted steel.
Passed by buildings with far too many windows,
just to see if I could spot
myself
in the glass.
I have planted seeds and hoped to see them sprout in
hours,
just so I could believe I could find myself as fast.
I have learned that gardens don't grow in hours,
that life can take
days
weeks
or even months to see the sun.
And my bones are buried deep.
I can only keep
reaching
towards
the
light.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
I have been so many things.
I was crafted from dirt roads and
bathed
in starry nights.
Given hair the color of too much
sun.
I once surrounded myself with city walls
just to see if I was carved from stone,
or if my
limbs
could rival twisted steel.
Passed by buildings with far too many windows,
just to see if I could spot
myself
in the glass.
I have planted seeds and hoped to see them sprout in
hours,
just so I could believe I could find myself as fast.
I have learned that gardens don't grow in hours,
that life can take
days
weeks
or even months to see the sun.
And my bones are buried deep.
I can only keep
reaching
towards
the
light.
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