I feel so small in your eyes.
My feelings are insignificant, tiny, bare-boned and burnt.
I have nothing left to give - not even an emotional angry fight-to-the-death thing to give.
I used to be bigger to you - important and held in high esteem, but these days, I am but a mere bystander, watching life whizz by without a look in my direction.
How did we get here?
You, my everything, me - yours. Or so it was.
I missed you today - your smile and eyes and hands telling me that I am significant and that I am bigger than any other thing. That I am the furthest thing from small.
I missed it today. And yesterday. And tomorrow. I missed it for what seems like an eternity.
Tell me I'm more than the bystander who you forget to look at. Tell me I'm more than small.
Tell me I'm more.
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In between tweeting, reading books to my daughters, and [not] burning mac n cheese, I am the Founder + Creative Director of Blessed is She women's ministry + community.