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developmental psychology

Begin at the beginning, beginning with birth.
A tiny girl, a seed of hope, a dependent daughter with a telescope
Arms stretching out as she stretches upwards
Towards the sky, and tries to clasp the stars.

A little older, as she now grows
and glows and goes through all the throes
Thrashing through the pain and gaining insight far beyond her age
Good night she wishes every day
Yet never stays in a warm embrace
Her face impassive, don't be passive
As this massive weight is shattering
Her spine, a glacier she becomes
Feelings frozen into stumps
With razor edges and no one dares
To approach and brave her glares
All hidden beneath the stormy sea
Still flailing in the dark and deep
The uphill climb, it is too steep
It's easier to fall.

Fall like the rocks tumbling off a mountainside,
Fall like a cliff jumper, committing suicide
Fall like a shooting star, like Lucifer the morning star
Fall like an avalanche, a long long way to go.

But that's not the way to go.

And somehow from the dust and dark
I found my way out from the stark
Ice statue I had turned into
With a chisel to help break through

The cracks in the armor are chinks of light
And my soul, like a bird freed did take flight
Because beyond the churning watery depths
A little girl for an era had slept

To be open, to be free
It comes so naturally
But not to me.
My trembling hands
Will recognize my discomfort
With attention.

It takes an age for a child to grow
It took a decade for me to show
Who I truly am, what I may be worth,
And my spirit can still learn to sing
And live upon the earth.

As people will disagree if we are indeed shadows and
Dust, I will try my best to walk upon this new land.
And ever as it were and will always be,
Dreams etched on the insides of my eyelids will set me free.