You feel like
Sometimes the surface of my smile is like a speckled eggshell
Vulnerable to the tiniest of bumps and cracks
I am little in a great big place
A great big world
With my little hands
My little age spots
And my big understanding of pain.
I feel like a drip of dew, here then gone.
I feel like a speck
I’m rice, some sand, a sugar granule
I am a pixel
I am the first drop of rain
Something so small
It could be broken
Blown away by wind
Swept somewhere as elements within or without gather me up.