FREED VERSE

That eyes-wide moment
   when I'm used to leaving 
   a sugar-coated tongue whispering 
   my name in the wind
   while I hide 
   and let my feet get heavy.

Should I grow
   into this garden I planted,
where will my roots attach? 

Fearful, I swell. 
  I swell, I'm swell, it's swell!

Please, I'm begging you.
  Wring me out.
  Hold me tight.
  Let me swell until I pop.

For once, I want to burst
  instead of deflate.