stagnate in youth

I was a young girl when I met you. Cheerful, optimistic, and consumed with problems I thought meant the world. 
Something changed, some things changed. I changed. I’ve grown. Some issues are still present. I find them to be small in the scheme of this world, this land. This orbiting glob of once liquid magma. 
I’m small, and I’m growing to understand and appreciate that. I’m growing within my own space, and that feels okay. I’m moving, but I still feel stagnant, like I’m a molasses-clad gargoyle, posing on a pillar, poised for movement that may never come. But I stay poised. 

One day, it will come.