It’s really very interesting
How small things are
When you accept them
The tinier you feel
The smaller the world
Be not your surroundings
They hold you within
Your mind is marvelous
Filled with many places
When you are small
Let your mind wander
And then when free
Explore only those things
That your mind imagined
And once again
I set sail
Alone in my
Hearts little boat
But this time
I will avoid
The stormy seas
And rather paddle
About on the
Pond of experience
Finally now understanding
That even mermaids
Are sea monsters
I ended something which
Should not have begun
I knew that it
Wasn’t meant to be
But my own weakness
Crippled my better judgment
Never enter something compromised
Because when you grow
Stronger and gain footing
The thing called marvelous
Will no longer be
Have when you want
Never when you need
We all hang on
Vines some of us
Are picked but most
Of us spend forever
Hanging and basking in
The sun and shiver
In the night hoping
But never ever knowing
For certain that the
Sun will warm again
Those are the those
Who choose to wither
They choose comfort over
Discomfort they choose to
Be next years compost
Rather than this years
Yield how you may
Ask then how does
One on the vine
Who isn’t picked become
Part of the yield
They time their jump
Precisely into the hands
Of the picker most
Fail but isn’t the
Hope of being something
Else worth the risk
And then there amidst
A prairie of wildflowers
I found a weed
And you know what
That weed I found
Was simply plainly beautiful
Not because it was
A weed but because
It was different from
All of the others
Sprouting where you can
Is sometimes all that
It ever takes to
Get noticed never lessen
Who you are by
Who you are amongst
