you stretch and stretch
and squeeze out tears
and hope you don’t tear
Growth
One flame into two,
a flower into a field…
I don’t believe
in second chances,
I believe
in working every day,
getting better,
treating you…
I am not porcelain,
I am not fine china,
my hair is natural,
thank you very much…
I’ve never had a doubt,
that I wanted to tell stories,
that I wanted to create new things…
I never want it said,
that this is something that was grown,
as if it just appeared…
I don’t know how to measure if this is working out,
but if the numbers keep going up,
even if it’s just the word count…
Were that it true,
that all it takes…
