False Awakenings: Pinhead
/I crammed all of my
hopes and dreams and
love letters
onto the head ofa pin.
I felt like a pinhead
so small and
unconsidered
so, bravely naive
to believe I could become
what I had dreamed
that I could achieve
all that I had seen, in the unseen.
My pinhead was overflowing
the rest of the world, unknowing.
I was tossed like a needle
into a haystack of what could have been.