worm

I am just a worm.
I live
under the ground
eating dirt


I would not last long above
in the hustle bustle world of
tossed around love




I will stay
underground,

If I had eyes,
eyes get filled with dirt

I would always be crying
if I had eyes

because I am terribly sad

A terribly sad worm
who eats dirt out of penance and pleasure

As I enjoy wallowing in my own excrement
Eating it on occasion

It's all dirt to me

I'm banished from the world of sunshine
if nobody banished me I would banish myself

It suits me well

It suits me fine

a dirt eating
sunshine avoiding
worm

One moment please,

what is this?
Am I starting to grow
eyes, and feet? !

and wings? I don't think I
could have prayed for any of this

It is well beyond my own imagination

It is beyond any wildest of dreams

I am going to sit here and pout
In my newfound glory,
If you cannot tell
I am pouting.


but my new reign has begun
and I feel like the queen that I now am

seventeen years of being a worm
Now I am scared yet awestruck

Freedom awaits above
but do I want it?

Oh what the heck
I'll take a peek


I will burst forth

and fly!