are you staying small because it’s scary,
because it’s painful
Or because someone may see you?
Is a weak smile and nod the only defense left in your pocket,
were you told it was unfriendly to take up more space than you are allotted?
Stretch my dear one,
my child of wonder…
and you don’t have to smile for anyone when you don’t want to.
The ones who made you feel like you could never measure up
could have never imagined the size of you once unfurled.
You were made for grandness.
There were once castles and giants on top of a mere beanstalk,
You can house whole worlds,
balanced on your self.
Concentrate on your core,
your roots and the sun,
Your strength is no accident,
it is no shame,
and those glass ceilings are merely for you to aim at,
not stop you.
Shatter the bowl too while you are at it.
Leave the pests to trundle among the detritus,
humming and hissing in disapproval,
their wings are too brittle to fly
and their voices puny
and their stings not as lethal as they tell themselves.
Your face is turned to the sky
and the whole of it unrolls before you
and there is space un-imagined
un-fenced and un-limiting
waiting for you
Yes child, you.
You who are made of wind and fire,
you are your own architect,
you write your own poetry,
burn your own bridges,
plant your own garden
and if it is in heaven or in hell…
that is yours alone to decide.
or to rule….
All above and below
all before and behind
all began with the gathered courage of a broken little seed.
Break little one…