#meantly

Little, deep within the thick water I was drowning.

Any attempt to pull myself up just put me deeper.

I shouted and struggled but nothing helped

I just got deeper and deeper until I could hardly breathe anymore.

“you are fine?” Suddenly there was a question from outside the swamp where I was.

I understood where I was. Right beside you.

What happened? I did something? In an attempt not to hurt you stroked me so gently that you did not touch me at all.

No, it's not you. I tried to explain.

Once I went deep into the swamp, each step I took me deeper. Every branch I tried to hold on to stab me

A large crocodile came closer and closer to me. And I was just drowning more and more.

With my last breath, I managed to light a fire and burn everything.

Including myself.

They swept the ashes that I had turned into a coal mine, to tried to turn me into a diamond.

In the cold mine, I sat among all the ash women who fluttered like restless ghosts.

One of them sat next to me and ask, "I'm a little, right?"

"you are perfect!" I answered "I'm little" and I became little.

So little that when I went out into the yard of the house I got lost in the grass.

Ants took me to the lost and found.

I put on everything I could find. Armor, helmet, crutches.

Just so I will not be little again so I will not drown.

But at the end of the day, all those costumes weighed on me and underneath I was little.

So little that a hand could crush me.

And then I decided,

I will not stay long enough in my hand, I will not give it the chance.

So I skipped with all my costumes, between hands.

Until one of them closed a moment before my foot could reach.

I caught a finger, trying to hold on. Not to fall.

But the costumes dragged me down.

One by one I took them down and lifted myself up.

With great force, I pulled each finger from the fist until my palm was open for me.

I was so tired that I fell asleep at the very center.

When I woke up I understood where I was and was filled with fear. I could not breathe.

I was little and the hand held me. The painful cold of the swamp returned to my memory.

But warmth and light filled me, I was little and your hand wrapped me carefully.

"You're my little one," you told me. "My little love" and I grew up.

I grew up until I could wrap you in my palm too.