Something Else⚡️

 
 
Ever since officially still a child
I began writing poetry
Tentatively. Start, stop, start, stop.
Start again, till it became something else
 
And even while I was still that same child
I’d often fall and scrape a knee
When I would walk or roller skate  
A scabby scab becoming something else
 
I now am grown no longer just a child
Not falling as much as I did
As awkward tho’ in other ways
Upon my head I trip or something else
 
I wanted to be graceful as a child
Pretending up on tippy-toes
Attempting to stay up on point
A bloodstain on a floor is something else
 
And then to be in love I was with child
The only time I wouldn’t fall
But then when it became the spring
It took that love to call it something else
 
Reverting back to meet my inner child
In place there was a steady light
A southern star but from the north
I’d be his other dream of something else