There are days when I just feel small
Super small,
atom like.
The world looms over me
forcing me down through the subatomic
It's a behemoth
A raging mass of fearful doubts
It blocks out everything
And leaves you in a dark space all by yourself
But then it changes
It too becomes small
It too gets squashed
As the scale increases so does the meaningfulness of it
Of I
Of we
Then that too becomes small
Before long your racing out of the galaxy,
Out of the Milk Way
Then it is just the galaxies amidst the blackness
So much blackness
It squashes and squeezes
It floats, it waits, it is everywhere.
Perspective.
YOU ARE READING
Homegrown POEMS
PoetryThey forced their way to the surface and my fingers did as they were told.
