Growth is as painful
as it is inevitable
I look up and the sun is out
I look down and the sidewalk brown
one foot over another
one step above the other
No corner to cut
No shorcut to make
my hands are chained
together by deep sadness
but unlike before
I hold the key to these handcuffs
in my mind
just as the sun is out
the sidewalk brown
my reality
real as it is
can go down different paths
whether I choose to unlock
or not
whether I choose to walk
or fly
i beg myself
to remember that key in my mind