Small spaces

Is there any room for me?

It’s a little closet and the door is tightly closed.

My bravery had been capsized by fear.

If I open this door, I will not be myself anymore.

I will be a person that grows sunflowers out of her mouth, an everyday blooming flower.

I’d be a person whose words are sweet aromas that brighten days.

I’d be unafraid of loneliness,

Treat it with care, place it in between pages of my journal.

If I open this door, your face wouldn’t be the one I’d see in the mirror. Your worries wouldn’t be my worries. My existence would be self-reliant.

I would stand on my own two feet.

I would cast your words into deep puddles to only splash my feet in them.

If I open this door, I’d find confidence that would hug me and never let go.

I would occupy a space so special.

Just for me.

Wrap it in truth.

Walk in honesty.

There’s plenty of room…

For me.