Me
The most difficult version of me.
Dances awkwardly.
Like a lovely spiked fence.
With feeling feet.
The most difficult version of me.
Likes to dive off a leaf.
Lands nicely in the dirt.
Continues looking to eat.
The most difficult version of me.
Wanders the parking lot.
Looking for sand castles.
Can’t find her car, which is green and shiny.
As sparking cars line up and away.
Dances awkwardly.
Not knowing about awkward caterpillars who like falling safely.
The most difficult version of me.
Is defined differently every time.
Grass and sand castles.
The squawking sounds.
Getting a little lucky.
Finding her car.
The most difficult version of me.
Is the one who goes home to her mom.
Gets asked where she went.
Many places and times passed.
Awkward explaining.
Like a lovely spiked fence.
Or maybe I’m the caterpillar with feeling feet.
Going to bed.
Landing in dirt again.
The most difficult version of me.
Goes to work in the morning either way.
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