Tiny You

Be small; be still.
Hush now – unless it’s a word they don’t want to hear.
Hold those words in a clenched fist, swallow them down.
Smile bright, keep it tight, as you stir and scrub.
Weave warmth through walls and soften the rooms,
make the hearts here as cozy as quilts.

Give all, give more – space, grace, bits of yourself.
Pieces you didn’t even know you had.
Pour out your breath like a song to fill their emptiness.
Your laugh to paint color on plain days.
Did you forget? Oh, don’t forget –
The smile must stay fixed even as your hands ache.

Don’t ask for hands to help or pause to catch your own beat.
No, this is your waltz alone – spin, sway, until you blur.
The lines of who you were.
Tears, drying—slipping away, evaporating into air.

The rhythm grows faint, softer still, fading,
until there’s only an echo where your pulse used to be.
When the warmth cools, when the tables sit bare,
the empty places call out – Where did she go?

Or will they notice at all?

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