25/30 | A Journey | National Poetry Month 2018

I have shouted my lungs
for toys I don’t need,
but kept silent when I fell

I have worried the rain might ruin –
the play in the evening,
but remained awake at night
just to hear a drizzle.

I have walked long distances
with different people,
only to be back to where
I started.

I have to remember
before I start,
that every journey is just
a small step with a big dream