Growing Pains

Is it flight or evolution...fear or confusion?
What is feeding the stretching entity within?

A siren wanting more and more blares out and
grows weary of now.

Talking in circles, invisible catalyst marches
with a name unique to my vessel (nameless to those looking in)
Each step cries, "Ouch, that's tender!"

Sole of my foot,
an invisible wound
lifted to receive a balm from healing hands
but no salve is applied.

Will a domed callus form?
Questions, desires, dreams, tender shoots of discovery
trapped under horned layers of skin cry out for the razor.

Let breath
Let steps
Let tender stone bruises heal

Cast growing pains to the elements,
to the sleeping cave where they await fresh and new skin.