Baby's Breath

No wonder everyone calls you baby

Color of the purest white

Size of a mouse's heart

Small enough to crush

Between forefinger and thumb

They paint you this way

Brand you fragile and innocent

Like they know by one look

That you aren’t significant

That you can’t stand on your own

And break from the worlds imprisonment

Young flower, blooming bud

This world will try to block your sun

Suck the water from your roots

Until the life inside you

Becomes shriveled and undone

One day they will all see

you have filled the whole garden

With stretching, strong vines

And smiling, shining petals

Hungry for the rays

to hit their upturned palms

And they will think

Small isn’t powerless

Nor is it weak

Rather it is the strength

That so many seek