You look at the windowsill
and envy the way
the marigolds are so much more
than seeds now;
growing leafy, and green, and strong
when it seems you've never known
the same progress.
You are not the same person
you were last year, or even last Tuesday.
You are growing, brave, and beautiful,
and strong.
If you stand still,
I know you can feel yourself
stretching towards the light
YOU ARE READING
Monsters Are Human
PoetryShe was poetry in a world still learning the alphabet. [ Just poems I found on Tumblr.] [ I do not own any of these!! ] [ The first few are horse poems. But it gets better. ] #230 in Poetry - 1 June 2016
