He was born big,
projected sharply towards the clouds before they named him
They thought the world seemed small around him but really .....
he outgrew the world
He held bigger things that couldn’t be seen when you’re looking at the flatlands
He’s a moving mountain with arms that like to stretch out over the sea…..far
As if he’s trying to wrap himself around the world
But he doesn’t want that,
he’s not looking to get his hands full
He just wants to see how far they’ll go
He’s been broken before..... a lot
And he’s broken into bits that have crashed so hard all around him
that his foundation has been shaken...... and he’s been moved.
Because spoken words have turned into ignorant winds that surround him
and sometimes...... they turn violent
like tornados of pessimism that attack his already jagged cliffs
And his arms fall off
And he has to grow a pair, like balls, he has em
And each time they get bigger and he reaches farther
And slowly he gets closer to reaching all the way back to himself
All the while he sees his shadow that lay cast on the world around him
And he aches…….Never knowing he’s so close to hugging the world
