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So, this poem is trying not to be emo but I'm not sure it's managing very well..? Also, I'm not sure about all the switching from 1st person to 2nd etc. Is it messy? And I suck at thinking of titles, so any suggestions are much appreciated. 

one day I'll look back at the little hurts,
the invisible papercut scars, and laugh ruefully
then smile because I am grown and found
anchored, secure and strong
and hindsight must be earned
but how do you expand to fill a space
so large you can't feel its edges?
like the swathe of sky that stretches overhead
winking with tiny ancient eyes
you might as well be invincible
reach out and taste the light
with your chameleon tongue
but you're not the lizard, nor the bird
more's the pity
what if you're the mouse in the field
whiskers trembling heart juddering
and how do you cross a bridge
when you haven't built the foundations
and the planks are shaky
and the decades yawn beneath you
when you don't know the destination
I remember a girl
whose hair brushed her mother's waist
who knew that she was exactly in the middle
just right
I remember a girl, told,
"you're not grown, more... stretched"
(like a badly cropped photo
or a rubber band)
who grimaced in recognition
I know a girl
who cannot pin her thumb down on an ache
who smiles, because
she does not know the last line.
