Shrink And Grow Poem
Change is constant.
What I am today is different than yesterday.
With every action my size shifts.
Not every action has the desired effect.
I find myself in situations not built for me.
Alice a just as curious twin.
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Some days I drink the “drink me” tonic for my soul.
I end up lost between the grains of the floorboards.
Drowning on purpose and accident.
Struggling to climb over the smallest obstacle.
Only able to use it to get to places that are also low.
Desperately trying to search for something that will do the opposite.
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Other days I end up eating the “eat me” cake.
Getting too big for myself.
Crushed by my own ego.
Ready for the moment I fall and hit extra hard.
Afterwards hating the mistakes I leave behind broken on the floor.
Praying for neither to get out of control.
Disabled Dreamer 
One response to “Shrink And Grow Poem”
Nicole, I think this poem of yours beautifully captures the “fluidity” and complexity of personal growth and identity. The Alice connection adds another deep layer to the exploration of how we navigate change—sometimes feeling too small, sometimes too large, yet always in flux. Great reminder of the challenges and vulnerabilities we face in adapting to life’s constant shifts. Thank you for sharing it!
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