I Feel.
by denayarose
Sometimes I feel so very small. I am a speck of a person on a speck of a planet floating in an endless universe. The possibilities are not mine to ponder. I’m microscopic, limited, temporary. My insignificance speaks for itself so I keep my mouth shut while the nonsense shifts around me. If I know anything, I know my place.
Sometimes I feel so very large. My thighs squish out too far when I sit down. There’s enough skin to smother a city, a winding road of faded stretch marks. I’m inflated into view. My hair extends for miles and gets caught up in unexpected circumstances. When I look toward my feet, they seem far from my eyes. Parts of me are unreachable. I wiggle my toes to fake a connection, a deceptive sense of control.
Thank you for generating some nice smiles, which are very significant!
That is nice to hear! 🙂
You express so brilliantly how I often feel…
Thank you.
Thanks for reading!
Love it!!
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I love the way you write!
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