A Short Poem

Once I was a dreamer.

I dreamed,

I dreamed the night through

Until I knew

That they were bigger than me.

All of them

Everything,

I’m the small one

With dreams larger than reality

(For someone like me).

They smile and look down

Platonically, and patronizing

I bubble with anger

Frustration

The inadequacy of me

The unfairness of it all

Depriving me of expectations

Higher than myself.

My thoughts dig deeper than the moles in the ground

Than the worms in the earth

That no matter our size we all meet one day.

My legs carry me the same distance

Yet I cannot reach the lowest shelf

Unless I get help

Unless I innovate

And create a new way of reaching.

I reach

And I reach

Until I’m weak and weary.

I am more than my size

I am more than my size

I am more than my size.

When will they realize

That the top of my head scrapes the surface of my being

They look on, unaware of the person underneath.

Their vision

Limited

By preference and visibility.

Just look a bit further

Just look a bit further.

I was not my size,

I was a dreamer.

I was a dreamer who dreamed the night through

I dreamed until I knew

That they were bigger than me.

Maybe I’m not ready

I need more growth

More experience

To compensate my lack of height

My lack of strength.

But I am stronger than I know

I am stronger as I know

That my dreams are bigger than me.

I must grow to reach them now.

For I shrank when they shrank me down.

I looked at myself and saw only my feet,

Small but kept up with everyone’s beat.

All on same ground

All our feet pound

I am not bound by beating words

Beating me down

Down

Down

I am shaken, shrunken by words

By subtle movements of my own and others

I look at myself and when I am alone

I’m not so small, in fact I am tall.

Alone I am me

And me has some dreams.

I dream the night through.

I keep reaching

And I reach

But I never look down.

By my feet is a dream

The only dream

No bigger than me.

The dream is my stature

My spirit and thoughts,

I’d reached a new point,

A new learning spot.

I know myself

I love myself

I am enough

The dream is me

When I know I am good

When I know I am tall enough,

Small enough,

All at the same time.

I am more than a size

I am a prize

I am my own dream that changes

With my life and learning

My growth

My Experience

My spirit

My thoughts.

I am the dream I never knew I had.

This poem is about: 
Me

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