We scuttle sideways through life
Seeking a larger shell.
In growing, our comfort zone
Becomes uncomfortable.
Our Opinions, once so accommodating,
Restrict our growth,
Cramping our burgeoning self,
Stifling our new ideas
Like shoes too small for growing feet
And we, constricted,
Develop calluses on our consciousness;
Constrained by lack of space.
Copyright © H. St. V. Beechey August 2006
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