Poetry Prompt: Time to Grow

I have time to grow
To push past my fear
like a green stalk
slender and fresh
pushing up and out
of the soil
straight to find
the Sun
And I have time to smile
and touch my hair
And dance down the stairs
like a gypsy
wearing earrings and
a red skirt
Down I go
to find
where others wait
with feet poised
for fun

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Posted in: Prose poetry, Timed Writing, Writing, Writing as a Discipline