you are not in wonderland ➵ poems

on growing up

i think i think too much
though i don't know what this is
or who i am or what i could be
is it possible to feel stars at my fingertips
do i weigh too much to lift my feet
could i run past these trees
i can feel fire in my throat when i speak
this flicker of power held in my words
how much could i change if i yelled

surely now i must go home and stop growing