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At birth, I emerged as straight as the trunk
of the oak, my sapling arms stretched
toward the sky. Each year, new
shoots forked from my center,
exploring alternatives…
Art classes
Science experiments
Creative writing
Math competitions
All possibilities
As endless as the universe
expanding above my inquisitive fingertips.
Calculus instead of music,
Engineering instead of nursing,
Each ascending branch limiting
my path just a little bit further, fork
by fork, limb by limb, until
I found myself
here.
Trembling.
A leaf at the tip of a twig
with nowhere left to grow
just waiting
for the fall.
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