Small

Some days

I feel like I take up

too much space—

like every word I say

echoes louder

than it should.

And other days

I feel so quiet

I’m afraid the world

will blink

and forget I was here

at all.

Some days I shrink.

Some days I spill over.

Some days I’m both.

But then I remember:

even the stars

are small

from far away—

tiny specks

in an endless sky.

And still,

they burn bright enough

to be seen

from millions of miles

of darkness.

Maybe I’m small.

But maybe I can shine

anyway.