I learnt that night time is when children grow,
That pulses of hormones released uncages the potential within.
(Stage 3 of sleep)
It's almost the same with me.
I'm a night shift kind of person,
Musings come like fireflies,
And the darkness and the feeling of ending of the day,
Paradoxically, makes me come to life.
And that's the time I grow.
I grow inch by inch out of the immature notions,
That are far too short, and far too narrow,
To fit me now.
I shoot up taller than the frightening expectations,
That people carelessly dump on my shoulders.
I shed off like snakeskin, the regrets and the if-onlys,
I get plumper with the joys and the love I have now,
Instead of starving myself with things not yet attained.
My heart enlarges to hold more love and feeling,
My fingers and arms grow kinder,
A subtler tongue, confident voice,
And a head of the right circumference.
( Too big is bad, too small just as bad)
And as the morning rolls in I,
In the space of a few hours,
Have grown so much,
Guess I should thank my pituitary.
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NEPENTHE
PoesiaHi there! The word NEPENTHE means anything that induces forgetfulness of sorrow or pain. I, for one, believe that little things like smiles, my mother's comfort food and long walks are the best forms of nepenthe around. These poems celebrate the s...
