It is easy to consider
staying small like this forever,
continually cresting molehills
and imagining them arduous,
planting my pen and scrap paper flag
and reveling in the dirt-speck joy,
raising my thimble cup
to drink a rain drop toast
to tomorrow's triumphs.
I will not think of tomorrow yet,
when I must slide down
the other side to slog
through shallow, mindless flats
toward that hazy peak I can
just make out on the horizon,
the one my talents may never
grow large enough to scale,
the one I might never approach
if I stay small like this forever.
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I loved the flow of this, and your size imagery is vivid. It also ended very satisfyingly. I liked it ^-^
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