Little

Moments when
You feel like
A sparrow
Small
Fragile
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
Lost
Forgotten
Overlooked
Crumbled
Crushed
Smushed
Dropped
Drowned
Blown away by wind
Swept somewhere as elements within or without gather me up.

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