tiny

Sometimes, no matter how much I have grown, sometimes
I feel like this tiny thing. Cowering.
No matter how much my mind have learned about being serene,
about seeking joy and brightness, my mind
goes to very dark places.

And the cold was comfortable. And the loss was familiar.
And it was not all the time
that anybody calls me back to the light.
And it is tempting, very tempting, to never
come back.

I have no fear of the dark.
But I...
I ache for a little lightness...
and the warmth of arms to tell me that
everything, no matter how tiny,
no matter how huge,
will be alright...