Small

I want to feel small.
I want to fit in the palm of someone's hand
and curl into myself and feel safe.

I want to be near someone who is tall,
someone who makes me seem tiny in comparison
someone who can reach high up in the air to a place my tiny arms cannot.

I want to be near someone's side,
pushed and pulled so closely that I become a part of them -
a spec on the warm canvas that guards and protects it's own.

I want to be embraced by warm arms,
ones that make a place for me that not many get to see.

I want to be hugged so tightly that I forget my worries.

I want to wear clothes that envelope me,
clothes that fall off of my small frame like a tent;
clothes that smell and feel of a home I have never known.

I want to be looked down on,
to be thought of as nothing more than a mute child who knows of nothing.
A child who needs special looking after and hugs when they get something right.

I want to feel small.