Sometimes We Need to Get Small

(Poetry)

My voice now quiet, my words ever small,

as pieces of them blew away, amid a

summer squall.

Frustrated by the smallness that suddenly

overcame, I gathered my remaining words-

wet from the rain…

A sense of panic began to rise-

overwhelmed; tears, became cries

For I worried about this smallness,

the feeling so frail, the whereabouts

of my conviction, silenced-

in the wind and hail

And the more I pondered the thoughts,

intrusive and flawed, the smaller I got,

until …I wasn’t there at all!

For there, in the big of it, no longer afraid

I sensed a tiny shift within-

a moment of clarity …regained

My voice, no longer silent,

echoed through the clouds

My words no longer small,

for I spoke them each- aloud

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Find your voice within and the conviction to be-

exactly who you are …for there- you’re free

Be Open Says;