You said

I could be anything

So I became “Me”

But then

You said

That “Me” was too

Cliché

Predictable

Counterfeit

So I became

A sunflower

stretching with every fiber

of my being

toward the sky

toward the light

But you didn’t like that

You said

I set my sights too high

So I became a tortoise

stagnant

relying on my complacency and

not my accountability

But you quickly grew bored of me

You said

That I took things too slow

So I became a feather

bending and waning

vulnerable to impurities

and

emotional cacophony

lilting.

But then

You said

I was too soft

I traded hats with a thousand strangers

and nothing seemed to fit

your rules

So I became a cardboard box

With my edges fraying

And a sticker marked FRAGILE

Slapped on my left side

You put me in storage

And let me become

Worn

Weathered

Broken

And when you took me out again

My sticker had fallen off

And I wasn’t FRAGILE anymore.

The edges of me started to disintegrate

Until

I was just matter

Even though

all this time I felt like

I Didn’t.

 

by Piper Wood

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