My apologies for (another) Poem, but here you go.
I had been here before
when I was able to shriek at the heavens in soprano
and wasn't afraid to do so
when I thought this fence was for Keeping people in
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not keeping people out
when I thought that the dying flowers under my feet me weren't given enough water
but not neglected
when I thought the sidewalk was meant for running
not walking
when I could Reach my arms through the gaps of this fence
without getting stuck
I used to guess my height in comparison to the fence
I was always shorter
I would stand on my toes and reach for the sky,
bracing myself against this very fence
now, I don’t need to guess about whether or not I'm taller
I don’t need to brace myself against this fence
is it that everything is different?
or nothing is the same?
