The Path Beneath My Feet 👶
I saw them float — those giants tall,
They walked, they danced, they didn't crawl.
A mystery burned inside my chest:
“Why must I stay so low, so pressed?”
Hands and knees, I scraped and slid,
Chasing shadows, dreams I hid.
A wobble here, a fall so loud,
But no defeat — just learning proud.
The ground was friend, then foe, then school,
My legs unsure, my balance cruel.
Still every stumble whispered sweet:
"One day, you’ll rise on steady feet."
The couch became my sturdy guide,
My tiny throne, my place to try.
I pulled, I leaned, I dared to stand —
Then dropped again, face full of sand.
But oh — the claps, the eyes aglow!
The way they cheered when I let go.
Their joy lit fires in my brain,
A thousand sparks that screamed: "Again!"
And so I trained in silent nights,
With shifting weight and trembling might.
Each trial carved a secret map
In muscle, bone, and baby gap.
Then came the day — no trumpet blast,
Just breath held still, a moment passed...
And I let go. I took one step.
The world fell quiet. Then I wept.
Not tears of pain — but joy so wide,
As if I'd learned to kiss the tide.
For once I walked, I saw it true:
This world is mine to journey through. 🎉
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