Repotting Gone Wrong

There are
some little things
that like being little
and you can’t change that
even if you try to grow them.

I’ve met a plant or two
that were like that — 
giving them a bigger pot
killed them.
Or maybe I did it
with some clumsiness
I did not recognize
at the time —
a torn root, a missed
watering. 

What happened to me, 
for instance?

I was supposed
to be better than I am 
but became corrupt.
I don’t recall when
hubris entwined itself
with my fiber,
and now I’m here
and the way back is dark
and the soil I’m in
will be wasted on this being
that is
much smaller at heart
than it appears.