Prena Poetry

i am the giant who lives next door to you. too big to sit in your dining room with your friends who half fears and half envies me.

too loud to talk about the wonders i feel.

too enormous and too eccentric, perhaps too shameful be called as your friend.

i am the giant in your perfect monotoned neighborhood, i smother your flower garden when i come to greet you. scare your children, and your ideas of a world you think is normal.

i am a giant with my imaginations as big as by weirdness. yet why do you try so hard to sit me in those tiny room of yours? i will never fit in, here or anywhere in the world that’s not mine.

i am just a giant in your neighborhood, i will be gone one day and maybe then you will understand all this time i was only a little human; afraid, alone and lost in a wrong neighborhood .