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.