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Otherworldly

Sometimes my thoughts just get so big

and they make me feel too small

I feel a universe inside of me

and I wonder how I'm human at all.

some days I am music

I'm a song that floats across space

other days I am a book

my dusty words spilling off the page

some days I am a flower

growing small and bright

other days I am a mountain

strong and silent in all my might.

but some days I'm just a girl

who's scared of who she could be

and it's then on those days

I know there are stars inside  me.

-s.g.