At times I find myself tumbling
Similar, I suppose, to when one trips on a hill
I mean this figuratively but mainly literally.
The bigger I grow up the more my awkward feet seem to grow out.
Out of the confines of shoes, heels, the very space between the edge of...
The top of the shoe.
I stumble my way through friends, school, love and I know eventually I will fall instead of stumble.
However, I also know that my hands will always flail in front of me to catch the brunt of my downfall.
The scrapes will be a reminder to learn to walk properly.
One day, that is.
