“Crawl”

By Victoria Holt

I’ll crawl, and then I’ll walk,

I’ll run, and then I’ll jump,

Cause with you I curdle like cheese,

And stay writing like a wimpy kid in a diary,

Leaping through the leaves,

I began to catch fall,

Facing mountains to high,

I’ll speak unspoken in silence,

Binding together my words,

I thieve my wisdom like personal crimes,

Contained in a chamber,

It gathers like atoms,

Negative, my vibes migrate to positive,

Recharging my soul, I strive for this potion of a cold,

And for that, I promise to behold,

Bestowed, I promise to cherish the moment I jump,

Through portals I’ll jump,

Facing dimensions of life, I’ll feed off the trust of this high,

Soaring, I swear that I’ll fly,

I’ll run the pace, racing the brush of a thronging rush,

Washing away the rust of our old life,

I would then realize,