To you I am nothing
And if I were anything at all
It would be your infinitely free trial
Of therapy, and a kind heart.

If I vanished you might mourn
For a day or maybe two
Solely for the subconscious comfort
You would no longer be receiving.

Explain to me simply
Why your praises I sing
And my praises are stomped out
Unheard of and foreign.

I was unaware of my cardboard status
A ***** tissue and a thumbtack
You know of my health and my anxious spurts
But do you know how much power you hold?

I wanted you to be a mound
Or maybe even a small hill
Unfortunately you've enveloped the whole planet
The one gravity bounds me to.

Legality bounds you to responsibility
Yet all I've been hearing are your toddler tantrums
The babysitting I will never get payed for
And your mother abandoned me with.

I hate that to you, I am peripheral
And to me, you are the nose apon my face

To the girls who grew up too fast,
now women who cling to hopes of magic,
I'd like to propose a toast and raise a glass-
the reality we escape from is tragic.

Whether your vision is a knight or prince,
or even a jester at times,
I want you to know I feel less alone,
drinking tea and reading your rhymes.

To the ones who whisper to stars at night,
who still make wishes when clocks strike eleven- eleven,
we may not have fairytales etched in gold,
but we scribble our own versions of heaven.

To the ones who carry too much weight,
and still find time to dream,
here’s to healing in fragments and poems,
and patching our hearts at the seams.

Of all the things I carry with me
the dreams outgrown,
the moments lost in time
the one that lingers most
is the wish
to have been there
on the days you needed
nothing more
than a quiet hug
to soften the world.

Not because you were hard to reach
you never were.
You were a soul
seeking stillness,
a place to unfold
without asking for permission
to just be.

It was never a mystery,
what you needed.
Never once did your heart
feel foreign to mine.
Even in silence,
I understood you.
Your presence was a kind of music
gentle, aching,
beautifully human.

And though life swept us in its tide,
though I couldn’t always stand beside you
when the thoughts raced louder
than your voice could quiet
I want you to know:
I saw you.
I felt the weight you carried.

You only wanted to feel safe
being exactly who you were.
And in every corner of me,
there’s a soft echo
of how deeply
I wanted to be
that place.