And when I saw the light, shining so bright… More and more of it each day and at night, I watched as it grew, and I knew only Growth could go on forever and always… Never looking back at the daunting mist, At eye-level with stench, my nose could not Smell like my eyes could see; I knew what I needed to be, but what wonders could Push and scream, when things are not what they seem, To bring a reality from our dreams…
My teacher gave us a prompt: 10 lines with 10 syllables each, and the poem must be about some kind of big change...