Small – a poem
I made myself small
To go unnoticed, invisible
Small voice, unheard
Small presence, unseen
Small person, unremembered.
Behind mum’s crisply pleated linen skirt
Small, quiet, hidden well; never speak to strangers
School disco nights, dark corners sought
Always invisible, least remembered face
By friends once enjoyed, who’ve long forgotten.
Remaining in the Background unrecognised
I stand tall now
To shout ‘Helloooo’
I’m here, this is me!