At 10 months old,
I scrambled onto my feet
And discovered how to wander
Inside four walls.
At four years old,
I cartwheeled on the grass
And wondered if
It was greener somewhere else.
At six years old,
I lay,
Staring up at the perpetual sky
And asked where it ended.
At eight years old,
I began to hoist myself up
To the top climbing bar
And touch the sky.
At ten years old,
I prayed to be a bird
And to fly
Wherever the wind blew.
At twelve years old,
I bounced on the trampoline
Wishing it could catapult
Me to the planes circling above.
At fourteen years old,
I would debate in my mind
Whether to never get off the train
And see where life took me.
At sixteen years old,
I now know
My spirit needs to roam
And will never be content in one place.