The first time I opened my eyes I learned that the world Wasn’t just the world I saw in my mother’s womb. Up until then I was just feeding off of another person, But I was growing stronger for that very moment. Until then I was sheltered off from the real world to develop In a safe haven. The first time I felt the outside air I learned that the world Wasn’t warm and protecting like my mother was. But you see, even though I was just a newborn baby, The youngest person on the planet for a split second, I could breathe on my own. I could swallow on my own. And the first time I tasted my first bit of food, I tasted a whole ‘nother world dancing a tango with my tongue. She was a bit clumsy on her feet but we had fun anyways, And soon enough I grew accustomed to this world as well. Then came the first time I stood on my own two feet. It was one small step into yet another new world, And one big leap into understanding the one world that was made up Of all these littler worlds. I could run from one universe to another by myself, And it sounds a bit scary, but I got used to this after a while. From there came the biggest eye opener of my life, When I learned to read and write. It was from those roots, the ones my mother gave me as she read me bedtime stories, That I acquired the key to a myriad of other worlds. It was from there that I learned how to open my eyes every day And see a brand new world to devour with my insatiable curiosity.
All I ever wanted was in front of me. All I had to do was open my eyes. ~ Kind of a WIP. I'll probably just leave it as is though and move on to more poems. That's just how it goes sometimes...