We scuttle sideways through life

Seeking a larger shell.

In growing, our comfort zone

Becomes uncomfortable.

 

Our Opinions, once so accommodating,

Restrict our growth,

Cramping our burgeoning self,

Stifling our new ideas

Like shoes too small for growing feet

And we, constricted,

Develop calluses on our consciousness;

Constrained by lack of space.

 

Copyright © H. St. V. Beechey August 2006