Transition

The first time,
Yes, the first time,
That I was turned down,
For the job because of my height,
I realized that I have ceased,
That I have ceased to grow anymore
Worry? Yes, I was worried to death,
How could I supposed to live?
To live a stagnant life without growth?
I was worried and looking for ways
Reading, asking and experimenting,
To grow half an inch more,
To become fit again for the job,
That I loved and prepared for so long
Like an alchemist, I found a perfect formula
That took my ambition from half an inch
To a space for an infinite growth
The space was in me
And the formula was imagination,
My griefs turned into triumph
Mother Nature truly loves us
By stopping our outward growth
She tells us to turn in
To turn in for growing in
In a space where even God
Wants a place in it
In a space where those who care about you
Want their places to be permanent
And it was a big transition