Decades
Of pushing myself to the extremes
With one arm squirming
Into crevices of the ground,
The other reaching out to the sky,
Squinting at the sunlight,
Shriveling up with the raindrops.
I've turned out taller than the year before,
Though I wonder how far I've really come,
Because my flailing arms are still
Groping at the sky,
With me still pinned to the ground.
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