My body swimming across the rugged
white brightness.
With hope
To maybe reach the world.
Towards the aroma of crisp cinnamon curls.

My arms and legs stretched out
Superman- without a cape.
Suddenly, I moved across faster than ever
like cats and dogs.
I crawled this new passion out until …
sleep dawned on me.

My hands grasping the bedside,
The energy of all the pureed fruits and veggies
trying my first pull-up,
but I just couldn’t.
Undiscouraged, by the drive to be
Tall.

My luck was tried
Finally,
standing, somewhat shaky.
Using anything there was,
folks’ legs, chairs, feather pillows
Here,
I stood tall as I thought I’d ever be.

My list of dreams and desires lengthened as I grew
Long term or week-long
It became harder than trial and error
for this determination
to succeed.
Could this be possible?