There’s a lot that i don’t know.
I don’t know where I am.
I don’t know how i got here.
I don’t know what happened.
I don’t even know who I am.
Yesterday, I was playing with all the little flying people,
fairies, I think they were called,
flitting from flower to flower, me chasing them, until they had to get back to work.
I played around with all the fishies,
racing and losing but then they had to get back to work.
I sat and listened to Oak, but then I drifted off to sleep in his arms, and when I woke,
he went back to work.
I didn’t have any work, so I looked for one.
And now my best friend is under trial,
everyone hates me,
the mother ant looks at me with a look that says, “Sorry, honey, don’t ask me for details,”
all the while I’ve changed.
One millimeter at a time
and I don’t even know how I got here.
Should I set it back right?
Or is there an “or”?
I’d written a Children’s fiction story a year ago and I’d won second place! This poem is a run down version of that story.
I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White. I’m combining prompts from these and the Official NaPoWriMo.