It's an obsession
How gauntly my legs get,
It's an itching
To fiddle my fingers and twist my tongue

what do I want?
what do I really need?

speaking my thoughts is all I ever needed, my glowing new mother smiles at me, I'm no longer emerged in the dark

we are all getting better here!
we're all smiling wider!

the memory of him is still dark, bumpy, and scaly
but her hands are warm and soft, i'm floating

the sun is only getting brighter!
our hearts are only getting warmer!

climbing up the ladder gets higher and frightening
but my grip only becomes stronger

to grow is all I ever wanted,
and now I've finally got it!