change

suddenly wishing I was bigger than I am wishing to find a voice that I once cherished wishing to be supportive and supported knowing my poems suck but still longer in minds not wanting to hear a me next but a continum of momentum a push to keep going a push to keep putting work out the wanting to be missed the absence of scowls from others hooting and hollering that I'm the reason someone has left wishing to be admired and missed a sound that lingers on lips