A series of poems by Beccah

small

I remember being small, and I remember feeling helpless the way you do when you're that small. Like the whole world towered over you, snapping at your small limbs. Like you were being called to the sky, wishing to climb all the tall things. I remember folding myself into places even smaller than me, watching the dust dance around me. Feeling infinite in the way you do when you're that small. Like the world only moved when you told it to and nothing was allowed to spin ahead of you. But we were constantly being pulled forward. Small feet running at full speed towards all the larger things, all of us wanting to see what was way up there , way out there. I remember reaching for hands that were bigger than mine just to an able to say I held them down. I remember feeling safe in those hands, the way you do when you're that small. Like the big people would shield you from god himself had he wished to harm you. Of course you never thought he would , the innocence of being small. Always pulled toward growing, always stretched beyond our height like the world was going to sing at our feet once we were big enough for it to see. Perhaps we were right and the world was only moving upon our request, sometimes I find myself wishing to be suspended there in that infinite wonderful hopelessness of being small