do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.
you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.
but you will never be
and have never been
This poem touches a deep place in my heart. I’ve always struggled with being a burden or being too much as I was called useless and unwanted when I was a little child. It’s a lie that has been deeply rooted in my belief system and, to this day, I still have battles with it. To read those lines, ‘You will never be, and have never been, too much,’ is healing for me, and I hope that if you are facing the same struggle as me, that you know that it is truth for you too.