Stunted

Everything starts small
but lately I feel
like I haven't grown at all
Tiny clumps of bright green moss
line my windowsill
I imagine they are taunting me
especially when I see blankets of their kin
covering trees that are larger than
I ever hoped to be
I cower like a kicked dog
yet cornered I growl
defending the space of my smallness
lashing out, I bite
even those hands which feed

Reviews

[JR]

Wow, love the comparison to moss... soft, green, tiny yet grows as a mass to cover things. That's a great metaphor. I think we all feel small at times, and often cower back. I know I've bitten the hand that feeds me as well. You do a good job making your verse universal to the reader.