I am not small but mighty. I am neither of those things. I am not small. I do not always feel mighty. I am large and broken, but not too broken. Just like an iPhone that you dropped on the pavement. A little broken, but still good for something.
Pencil
a magic wand, a blade, a firecracker, burning words&rhymes&praises into the page, but also adding insecurites&compliants&reminders of how we will never be perfect on the first try. the eraser, we take for granted because it is human nature to do so to what we have until it is gone forever
LittleBlueHousePoetry 