please.

I am both vibrant and uninspired at once

I feel beautiful and tall, sheepish and small

I am in love and god, is it the thunder and the rolling clouds

I am all alone in paralysis but I feel my bones

Outgrowing my limbs from trying to keep them small

Every morning my wisteria is larger than before

I feel the blossoms enticing the wild woman

Begging for freedom from beneath my wintry skin

When did I become so afraid of being big?

My lips let my words tip toe through a booming room

But my voice is begging to take up space

No more begging!

I go to shout,

But it reverberates as a timid plea

No more begging,

I kindly insist.

Please.

- M. Rose