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Poem for a Former Shortcel
Once you measured life in inches,
counted shadows, cursed the sky,
watched the taller men move easy,
while you wondered, “Why not I?”
Every mirror was a trial,
every joke became a scar,
every doorway felt like judgment,
every glance felt from afar.
But height was never all you carried,
though it tried to name your soul;
you were more than stacked-up numbers,
more than what you could not control.
Now you stand with changed perspective,
not because the world grew kind,
but because you stopped surrendering
every room inside your mind.
So here’s to leaving old caves empty,
to the bitterness outgrown,
to the man who quit shrinking inward
and finally claimed his own.
Not giant, not defeated—
just human, scarred, and free;
a former shortcel walking forward,
becoming who he’s meant to be.
@Former Shortcel @iblamexyz @Glorious King @BigJimsWornOutTires
@Petsmart
Once you measured life in inches,
counted shadows, cursed the sky,
watched the taller men move easy,
while you wondered, “Why not I?”
Every mirror was a trial,
every joke became a scar,
every doorway felt like judgment,
every glance felt from afar.
But height was never all you carried,
though it tried to name your soul;
you were more than stacked-up numbers,
more than what you could not control.
Now you stand with changed perspective,
not because the world grew kind,
but because you stopped surrendering
every room inside your mind.
So here’s to leaving old caves empty,
to the bitterness outgrown,
to the man who quit shrinking inward
and finally claimed his own.
Not giant, not defeated—
just human, scarred, and free;
a former shortcel walking forward,
becoming who he’s meant to be.
@Former Shortcel @iblamexyz @Glorious King @BigJimsWornOutTires
@Petsmart
