ATOMS

ATOMS

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When I closed my eyes they swirled before me,
Like little atoms, protons in my hands,
Little worlds of their own.
The colours and the sounds, the smells.
When I opened my eyes for the first time
After,
I could not see,
But for those twirling coloured specs of light.
Could not interpret, see what it was,
Could not distinguish head or tail.
Was scared when in the middle of
These smithereens a voice appeared
Saying things I couldn’t distinguish either.
Life was frightening and complicated
Back then.

I am a little proton,
Shining bright in the middle of the night,
Opposing everything and everyone,
Just because I am still around, am still here,
Because I am who I am.
I am a little proton,
I am allowed to be here.
I don’t need to be perfect,
Don’t need to see, hear or walk perfectly,
I am allowed in your perfect swarm of
Dancing little colourful atoms,
Me, your little proton.

© Darren White