poem to my selfish heart

Katie Kay

little fingers reach for the moon,

but catch empty space instead;

little toes ache for freedom,

but sink deeper into the sand.

little lungs breathe in and out,

a stubborn exhale and expand;

little teeth smile and frown,

an invitation to a foreign land.

my heart burns and blisters,

wanting what it cannot have;

but my brain sings and whistles,

when i consider what i have instead.

my eyes, they sting and water,

powered by emotion’s command;

but my voice calls out:

“oh, the joy in a world unplanned!”

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